Battle Angels

An army of vengeance invading from the sky
 Hot wings of iron pierce into the night
 Slaughtering the lost souls, the fruit of evil's womb
 Their heathen ways have sealed their doom
 Echoing across the distant skies
 The shout is heard battle angels cry
 You'll all fall on your knees, and hail to our dawn
 Crawl on your knees, the slaughter is on
 The battle is raging, attack formation set
 Hot blood flows through the streets, their pact is kept
 To rape and kill the martyr, who dwells within this shrine
 They did not heed the warning signs
 Descending from the clouds they hunt you still
 Battle angels kill your forces of will
 You'll all fall on your knees, and hail to the our dawn
 Crawl on your knees, the slaughter is on
 Fall on your knees and hail to the our dawn
 Crawl on your knees, the slaughter is on
 Slaughter