Black blood inside me
I'm standing in front of the gate
Darkness descends upon the weaknlings
Within the frail
Demons be raging
Cold dead angels
Bled whiter than snow
The sky is getting darker
The final war is at hand
Ch:
As I'm opening the gates...
Careless, they lay in slumber
And now is the time
To strike with piercing hate
No time to die
But lay waste the enemy
Of the worthless doctrine
Suffer no fools
Condemn them all to the hands of the master
Angels, they'll be slayed
As what is done with worthless slaves