Wrath Of The Infernal Storm, Pt. 3

A stairway to heaven is carved
God and his bastards descend the same
Face to face a look of contempt
An immense desire to dismember their bodies

It's night and the torches light their flames
From hell, with its flames draw in the sky
A pentagram urging war
Arms raised as a sign of a new century

On their horses riding to victory
The rain of blood comes down sharply
Mangled corpses travel through the air
Angels and demons insinuated by death

The adversary tries to debase God
Failing stupidly
Seeing this, turn off its light eternally
Ending his sublime kingdom and
Eternal

Oh! Lord almighty creator of hell and black magic
Do not abandon humanity that needs you so much
Resurrect lord, as the son of shame has done