Crushing Defeat - Barn Burner

Too late for heaven, turned your back on the hoof that’s cloven

Join hands with sorcery, this fiend is coming back

Behave like demons, set fire to what’s worth saving

Before long it has come to be, these angels are wearing black

It felt like something but nothing feels this right, my skin is burning and I’m

seeing white

Settler of scores

Your god is no god of mine, your choice will hasten our time

Your weapons, lay them at our feat in this crushing defeat

Move forth through mountains, set a path to the place that’s frozen

These troops have come to thaw

Visions of the insane

We’ve seen what happens when the earth and the sun get flattened and the dead

will rise again

These angels are wearing black