Upheavel

Mourning The Sickness
I see the hosts of heaven In the blackened sky I hear the cries of the tormented Through the tongues of demons Our past was emblazed With words of salvation we prostrate ourselves At whose feet do we bow? The fallen king of Tyre I've seen the dominion of Elohim Darkness is the river Into which we were all baptized Crucified for the age of ages Continuing with this unholy war Another seal lay broken Let loose the four fallen angels Bound at the great Euphrates To kill a third of mankind Inwardly I mourn With heart gripping anguish Haunted by the dying angels This is the valley That pierces me with dread Where flowing blood mixes with tears From Letras Mania