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
