Avenging Archangel

Iron Legion!
 The day of wrath is near
 As the seventh trumpet calls
 The day of wrath is near
 And a million heads will roll
 Transylvanian Mountains
 Campfires lit the night
 Secret(ive) gatherings
 Recall (forgotten) martial might
 Executioners they are, under heavenly wings
 The final war hast started,
 when the angel's sword swings
 Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
 Avenging archangel... let the reaper descend
 Mystical musings, in the shadow of the sword
 Christian monks of death, terror they spread
 Attack with virulent hate, the crucifies of Christ
 The coming of violent death,
 Will cleanse the wretched land
 Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
 Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend
 The day of wrath is near
 As the seventh trumpet calls
 The day of wrath is near
 And a million heads will roll
 The flaming sword, the scorching word,
 The wrath of god, iron guard rise
 The flaming sword, the scorching word,
 The wrath of god,
 The legion burns in the fires of her own eschaton
 Necromysticism, elevation of the earth
 (Once) soaked in ancestral blood,
 Death becomes the word
 Militant apparition in cultic disguise
 Ling live death! They are the iron hand of god
 Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
 Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend
 On earth as in heaven,
 (It) will never be
 (As) the red iron fist breaks
 The legionnaires' skulls
 Bullet in the head, face down in the dirt
 Phantasm of supremacy, lies vanquished in the mud
 Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
 Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend
 The flaming sword, the scorching word,
 The wrath of god, the iron guard is dead!