High On Fire - Waste of Tiamat


Twisting, falling, the eaagles they drop from the sky
Without warning the nuclear beast shows its eyes
chaos ramped the cult of severed head rise
Among the ashes, could not forsee strength or size

Haunting screamin, gone in a flash of your eyes
Preistly being meant nothing more than their guise
Fallen angels light up the sky with demise
Blackened hydra makes way as dark men conspire

Demons swarming, attacking the few who survive
Armageddon, the heaven and hell will collide
cometh conqueror, black death is alloted its time
Princely power, to walk through the blood is devine

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