We must fight, for what we believe in Stand against a god, who commits treason Were storming the gates now killing season. The Angels fall, their riddled with holes The prophets appalled while Greg and I troll Soldiers of Satan were here for the toll Give our father his throne and you can keep you soul Ripped limb from limb without hesitation Left to rot in eternal damnation our father he loves us, his gorgeous creations built to dominate and conquer all nations Greg is the right eye and I am the left our armies they pillage, taking all breaths all of our foes have been put to the test Against undead warriors theyre all laid to rest
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 13:30:11 +0000