Bathory The Golden Walls Of Heaven
Silently watching gaze
Across the blackened plains
Two eyes like burning embers
Awaits the moment for the north star to blaze
Sythanagon winged
Angel rides death's wind
To cloudless sky
And sound a summon call of war
burn does the skyline
Soundless wings lacerate the night
Angels of death emerge across the sky
Thorned heads spiky limbs climbs the air up high
Attack of the pearly gates
Now wait for the sign...
Seen now is His star
Ablaze now risen in
Thesign of the one with
A number not a name
Now given is the sign
The golden walls of heaven
Sound is given now of charge
A voice of war does cry
The cry does sound the signal
the walls are stormed fly
Swords are drawn in soundless flight
Above the walls of gold
The winged angels of death descends
A thousand from above
heaven is in its last throes of death
Sacred shrine of life and death
Apharamon's gold key
raping of holy interior
And all concealed
masturbated upon is throne of gold
Scattered battered wings
Along the palaces and streets
Trophy of victory
Attached to spear of the Beast
Now spitted at is the scalp of God
