ANGELS OF THE SEVENTH DAWN

We all take flight by the light of the morn.
We shall destroy all those who bear the Mark of the Beast
Vestments of white gather around us
As we doth fly through realms of eternity
Like Gabriel, I taketh my trumpet to blow
My minions doth grind, and screech, and blast to excess
What of Jörmangandr? Or Mithras and his sacred bull?
We eat your mythologies then we shit out this mess
In crucibles of the firmament sky
We shall alloy all the powers that will ever be
When comes the light of the dawn and our unicorns awake
Then we shall wrest control of the everlasting
Rising past Saturday, angels of the seventh dawn
Meeting our enemies just guarantees that they'll fall
So what of God, his Son, demons or their spawn?
If Allah wills it, by Shiva, we'll destroy them all
At the sound of the trumpet blasts, we will launch the attack
You'll see the blazing fury in our eyes, and feel our ruthlessness
The order to slay will bring forth Valhalla's warriors
Once more will Naglfar sail the seas, once occurs the awaited arrival of Satan
Flexing muscles till they snap
Clenching teeth until they crack
We are ready
It's come -- Ragnarök
The final battle for all
Divisions in place
Sharpening my blade
Sacrifice made
Eternal debt repaid
Total fucking holocaust
Terminating, annihilating, blowing to pieces and ripping to shreds
No language contains the words to describe how brutal this is
As we explore a now desolate creation
We cannot help but think of what we've achieved
For we have kept the Sabbath day holy
Purified of all else existing
Oh holy shit, it wasn't supposed to go this far
None alive remain
A planet laid to waste
Flattened cities, barren plains
All afterlives are smoking fucking wreckage
But the underworlds persist
And darkness engulfs the Earth