Did you know these wings can fly?
Rode across the burning sky
Pierced through the moon
And died with their allies
Someday you'll hear the stories
About the unnamed soldiers
Their Victory Serenades
Hidden by our so called Saints
As the sun burn the wings
It only cries to realize
it has no feelings
Storm in through the night
To cure the unholy
Swear at the devil
Suffocating our lost fantasy
Be a protector
Of victory's glory
Salute the soldiers
And spit on thy King
Eliminate The virus
Annihilate the wicked
The killing spree multiplied
And our world's divided with death
Tonight we march towards War
A Messiah with God's Roar
And when the blade strikes
These Wings' gonna take the last Flight
As the sun burn the wings
It only cries to realize
it has no feelings
Storm in through the night
To cure the unholy
Swear at the devil
Suffocating our lost fantasy
Storm in through the night
To cure the unholy
Swear at the devil
Suffocating our lost fantasy
Be a protector
Of victory's glory
Salute the soldiers
And spit on thy King

INVIA LE CORREZIONI