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In fiery flight we would leave this hall
The Holly House, House of God will fall
To death they go with music and song
But our dread simply must go on

I feel our need to feed goes on
For our greed, watch them bleeding on
This hour's ours, with open arms go on

Crowneed with thorns and pain was he
Raised our hands and slew him utterly
Crimson waves of the tears of war
This is what we were put her for

Eden fall. Mercy for life
I here there calls
Stood and watched them die
Heaven crawls.Wings burn on hight
Beauty falls. Beg unto me why?

Fold thy raven wings
'Tis our durty, darkness brings
If this day be our last
Our victims await
For they are vast

In fiery death we will crawl away
Countent we live for each and every day
Black and burned with a strench of decay