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.