Dr. ischyros - Demon times - the battle between disfigured angels and angels of the heavens Lyrics

Demon times - the battle between disfigured angels and angels of the heavens Lyrics

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    Demon times - the battle between disfigured angels and angels of the heavens

    crimson overlooked the sky
    sought their death and did deny
    for they veiled their crimson Bows and arrows
    yet forsaken their pride and sink deeper in silhouettes
    for in the churchyards of saints and sinners
    and from their position, the demons stood to abound
    the walls of Babylon were overlooked
    and the un-mended walls demons had broke a-sound
    with the ancient walls pillars stood
    beneath the scarlet sky, the angels of the heavens stand
    and from the heavens disfigured angels
    release their crimson arrows from the heaven's rift
    for they raise their sword to the calamity of war
    bestowed upon them may peace be restored
    and so the Millenium of war had sought
    the king with his chalice which stood before
    command thy disfigured angels tear them whole
    unleash the divine evil within
    restored upon peace nor birth of hope
    for the earthbound, a monument torn
    The faces of deformed angels
    and yet satan sought his dismissals
    for they look down from their graves
    their tears flicker over their cemeteries
    for they are bound to seek revenge
    for they have pulled unwoven thread
    had the ropes been enlightened?
    for thy deceased had they thrived?
    for guidance was thy chalice
    for the rain sought the dews of blood
    for the night it rains the hands veil the skies cloth
    your end is terminal silence be thy psyche
    For you rest with the disturbance of the peace
    for the deformed angels invoke
    and of the lands the deceased revoke
    For I impair their blood symmetry
    i carve their pain with "consistency"
    Thy i impair there blood and structure there limbs
    into the form of angel wings
    Tear them limb to limb alive
    for they are the calamity of peace
    noxious of the graves they thrive revoked

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