The angel horde appears,
In the horizon cloaked with shining white.
In thousands they came for the war,
that would become the final battle and greatest of them all.
The trumpets of God they are blown,
And the angels are pulling their swords.
What god's army did not know,
Were that I had awakened the thirteen warlords.
Of hell.
The angels moved towards the fortress,
Thinking they had a chance.
Their invasion started from the east,
With soldiers carrying leather slings.
Running towards their own doom,
Now in the eternal fire they forever are consumed.
The sun shall turn to darkness,
And the moon into blood.
Before the great and terrible day
When my judgment comes.
Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful.
Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground.
The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears.
It's like a dream,
Trucido Christianese.
Now the angels attacked with full force,
But their front, were slain with no remorse.
Angel