Avenging Archangel Songtext
von Legion of the Damned
Avenging Archangel Songtext
Iron Legion!
The day of wrath is near
As the seventh trumpet calls
The day of wrath is near
And a million heads will roll
Transylvanian Mountains
Campfires lit the night
Secret(ive) gatherings
Recall (forgotten) martial might
Executioners they are, under heavenly wings
The final war hast started,
when the angel′s sword swings
Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... let the reaper descend
Mystical musings, in the shadow of the sword
Christian monks of death, terror they spread
Attack with virulent hate, the crucifies of Christ
The coming of violent death,
Will cleanse the wretched land
Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend
The day of wrath is near
As the seventh trumpet calls
The day of wrath is near
And a million heads will roll
The flaming sword, the scorching word,
The wrath of god, iron guard rise
The flaming sword, the scorching word,
The wrath of god,
The legion burns in the fires of her own eschaton
Necromysticism, elevation of the earth
(Once) soaked in ancestral blood,
Death becomes the word
Militant apparition in cultic disguise
Ling live death! They are the iron hand of god
Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend
On earth as in heaven,
(It) will never be
(As) the red iron fist breaks
The legionnaires' skulls
Bullet in the head, face down in the dirt
Phantasm of supremacy, lies vanquished in the mud
Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend
The flaming sword, the scorching word,
The wrath of god, the iron guard is dead!
The day of wrath is near
As the seventh trumpet calls
The day of wrath is near
And a million heads will roll
Transylvanian Mountains
Campfires lit the night
Secret(ive) gatherings
Recall (forgotten) martial might
Executioners they are, under heavenly wings
The final war hast started,
when the angel′s sword swings
Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... let the reaper descend
Mystical musings, in the shadow of the sword
Christian monks of death, terror they spread
Attack with virulent hate, the crucifies of Christ
The coming of violent death,
Will cleanse the wretched land
Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend
The day of wrath is near
As the seventh trumpet calls
The day of wrath is near
And a million heads will roll
The flaming sword, the scorching word,
The wrath of god, iron guard rise
The flaming sword, the scorching word,
The wrath of god,
The legion burns in the fires of her own eschaton
Necromysticism, elevation of the earth
(Once) soaked in ancestral blood,
Death becomes the word
Militant apparition in cultic disguise
Ling live death! They are the iron hand of god
Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend
On earth as in heaven,
(It) will never be
(As) the red iron fist breaks
The legionnaires' skulls
Bullet in the head, face down in the dirt
Phantasm of supremacy, lies vanquished in the mud
Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend
The flaming sword, the scorching word,
The wrath of god, the iron guard is dead!
Writer(s): Maurice Swinkels, "richard Ebisch, Harold Gielen, Erik Fleuren" Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com