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.