A Descent To Babylon

The towers of pain in crimson
Light drowning
Imprison us

The wells of pain
By purple light blessed
Imprison us

We grab the nails of
Domination
And our fist becomes
The flame of babylon

With the blood of our enemies
Leaving a sour taste in our mouth
We the archangels of fire
Unite the worlds of weakness
Under our flag of disintegration

For we are the wings of
The immense beast called supremacy
Our voices raise as one
Our hearts beat as one
Our eyes see as one

The future is ours:
Babylon is falling