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The Flame Extinguished II - Storm the Walls

Fireaxe

For a million years the hell fires raged
while the angels sang their songs of praise.
Like a festering wound hell bulged at the seams
with an all consuming hatred that could not be contained.
What kind of god commits such atrocities as this?
A god more depraved than any one of us.
And of the spineless cowards who kneel before the tyrant
they are the betrayers of the entire human race.
There is not an ounce of courage in heaven
nor any measure of fear in hell.
We shall show God what we’ve learned in his precious paradise:
the wicked must be destroyed.
Attack! Attack! Attack! Attack!

Shaking the whole of creation the pit of fire explodes.
Towering up through the sky a pillar of hatred and pain.
Raining down over the walls covering all in a shower of rage.
Exalting in unholy rapture devouring all that is pure.

Storm the walls of heaven, our day of vengeance has come,
leave nothing sacred undefiled.
Storm the walls of heaven, the final war has begun,
all that is holy shall burn.

Drowning in evil the righteous are screaming,
talons rend their souls as they’re eaten alive.
Watching them dying the angels are crying,
wracked with their shame as they feel the flame.
Seething in madness the demons relentless,
driven completely insane by a million years of pain.
Impaling and smashing the devil is laughing
as heaven’s towers burn the fallen one returns.

Storm the walls of heaven, our day of vengeance has come,
leave nothing sacred undefiled.
Storm the walls of heaven, the final war has begun,
all that is holy shall burn.






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