RAGE OF ANGELS
Thunderclouds are building on the horizon to the east
Fragmenting all the daylight from the sky
Imposing on the universe with muscle-breaking force
A testament of doom that all shall die. . .
 
Spreading to the subjugated heathens that would pray
For famine and pestilence to end. . .
A banner that would blaze like fire, then burn out like a sun
A sign the Rage of Angels will descend.
 
Chorus
We have seen them many times before
Searing white hot comets in the night
Disturb them not for one and all will tremble as they feel
The Rage of Angels coming down
The Rage of Angels coming down

Lost through years of decadence and filthy with their sins
False prophets come to mourn their last decree
Our wills bend not to forces of dissension through the land
From which they can bleed our beliefs.
 
Mount Zion is rising, Babylon lays ruined
The elders warn the just shall live by faith
Seven heads crowned with fire ascending from the sea
Whose mark has cast him from the Holy Gate.
 
Chorus
We have seen them many times before
Searing white hot comets in the night
Disturb them not for one and all will tremble as they feel
The Rage of Angels coming down
Burning, burning, burning through the night
Disturb them not for one and all will tremble as they feel
The Rage of Angels coming down