Paroles de SataniChaoSymphony

The dismal hosts of Angels will blow into the horns of war Those, whom Creator oneself has been secretly stealing from their immensity of thoughts Those, whom he had loved more then himself, To soil at last his admiration with shameless seed of jealousy The dismal hosts of Angels will blow into the horns of war Those, whom God has been stabbing sword in the back, sword in the back of his sons, more perfect then his primal vision of the universe Those, who he had thrust away from the kingdom heavens to the abyss of nonentity taking no notice of tears and their terrified eyes The dismal hosts of Angels will blow into the horns of war Those, whose dreams had been forgotten before they had time to tell it Those, whose wings were burnt never to let them reach the godless idea of freedom Now they rise, one by one holding the stones of vendetta in their bleeding hands And they swear death for all, they swear conflagrations seas full of children's blood and spaces filled up with scream The dismal hosts of Angels will blow into the horns of war Like a black storm thunderous with fury will roll as a plague through that fucking world And the blades of their wrath will quench the thirst in the stinking body of the human mankind