Wings of Revenge

He sat there in his chair Glass of Bourbon in his hands A fire burned ahead A fire made from the dead

There's a legend, an old tale It says that the last words of a dying warrior Forever stays in the endless

We will destroy all life We are never satisfied Money, sex and drinks that's what we like We burn

I've been waiting for this time It's almost one hour to midnight I don't care about nothing else

Fire rages from the tormented sky Rain of metal cuts the skin Watch the marionetes die Buried in their untold