Raining Dead Angels

Oh dark horizon You speak the truth Oh temple Lord Cold blood is pumping through your veins You drown the sun Of horror lies Oh Master Lord Light up the fire of you reign In the name of thee We are the fallen We are the plague We are the dead spots of the sun Oh woe to you Oh Lord of flies You lead our path Aeons of our vengeance have begun Run... run... It's raining dead angels from the sky Cold and stiff, oh my Oh dark horizon Of the underground Your soul is ours The tools are clean and the altar's set on fire We have begun We don't look back The skies are fallen A one way ticket to your funeral pyre