Reign Of Terror

Ruler of Heaven's Ill-Begotten Seraphs

Reign Of Terror


Mighty horned god encroaching 
Upon the ivory gates of heaven 

Approaching the haven of light 
soon it shall burn 
A terrible cast of gore is 
cast in their wake 
As the spirit of god's 
children are gutted 

The advancing horde 
smite the seraphs down 
Felled like wheat before the scythe 
Blast them all to Hell 

Crushing all the angels 
weak pathetic fools of god 
Avernal creation 
Is now taking place 
Fleeing like the coward 
That was crucified by two 
His kingdom is burning 
In flames everlasting 

Paradise is burning 
Blood and sulphur 
Envelope the skies