When angels feed on the blood of human…
And out of the woods comes the pagan…
When heaven turns inside out in disgust…
When even your god you can’t trust…
Welcome to the last war...
There will be no winning side…
When you can’t even lock the doors…
Only battle no one can hide…
Call on Saints ye sinners…
They're among our troops…
Marching down from heaven…
In blood drenched jack boots…
No more hatred driven rants…
Bear cross and bear swords….
Pentagrams and bayonets…
No more biblical misused words…
Last man standing still loses…
For the angels here to feed…
Last man standing proves…
It only takes a man to bleed….
We're just so tired of holy wars…
You called the angels down…
We just want a little more…
Preacher man in your white gown…
Your god has tired of you…
Your ceaseless chatter…
No more washed anew…
No longer do you matter…
You called me arrogant …
You cursed me, his favorite child…
You blamed me for your lives contaminants…
It’s too late you’ll realize…
No, no more miracles to save you…
It’s feeding time…
No need for prayers he gave you…
It’s feeding time…
No more saintly interventions…
The angels are let loose…
No more prayers to ancients…
This angel's on the move…
No, no more miracles to save you…
It’s bleeding time…
No need for prayers he gave you…
It’s feeding time…
