Feathers Burn,Leather Doesn`t - Wizzard

Above the lake of fire there’s fighting in the air

An invasion of the warriors of love

Attempting a re-conquest of the realm down below

They should know they do not stand a chance because

Feathers burn, leather doesn’t

Without their wings they fall

Screaming they fall into the lake

We will get them all

Feathers burn, leather doesn’t

Without their wings they fall

Their bodies will be collected by us

And the cook pot is ready to boil

This war began before all time we will never serve

And bow to the Meek and the Mild

But they keep on trying and they keep on dying

And soon we will feast upon holy flesh