The Wrath Of The Angels

Burning streets, people dying,
Destruction everywhere.
Flying debris, charred and bloody,
Has left us dark and bare.

Bodies scattered, mothers crying
Over their lost child.
Bloodied feet, souls tattered,
The survivors gone wild.
They pay for their crimes
Not with hate or love.
They’re waiting, they’re watching
For a sign from above.

The cries fill the night,
There is death all around.
No hope in this fight,
The death knell chimes abound.
The Heavens turn around
And they laugh and tells;
It’s the death, it’s the mirth,
It’s the wrath of the angels.

Now open, the grounds split,
The gates to Hell,
The wrath, the destruction,
So humanity fell.
No hope for this mirth,
Revenge for no care,
The wrath of the angels,
No challenge to dare.