The Burden (Of The Fallen Angel's Demons)

Dead Whore River

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The icy grip of lucifer
Drags on mortals souls
For the war he waged
At the dawn of man
Rains feathers
Of those who fell

We all hold the anguish
Of this battles toll
We can smell the sulfur
Of those who burn in hell

Creating him you highest
Taking all his voice
Servitude with power
Power without choice

He who spoke against you
Michael cast him down
Grace is now smitten
Under heavens tyrant crown

The burden
Of the fallen angels demons

Can you hear him calling
The devils at your door
His hands reach out
To mold your life
Giving you the pain
He cant endure