Avenging Archangel Songtext / Lyric

Iron Legion!



The day of wrath is near

As the seventh trumpet calls

The day of wrath is near

And a million heads will roll



Transylvanian Mountains

Campfires lit the night

Secret(ive) gatherings

Recall (forgotten) martial might

Executioners they are, under heavenly wings

The final war hast started,

when the angel's sword swings



Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death

Avenging archangel... let the reaper descend



Mystical musings, in the shadow of the sword

Christian monks of death, terror they spread

Attack with virulent hate, the crucifies of Christ

The coming of violent death,

Will cleanse the wretched land






Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death

Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend



The day of wrath is near

As the seventh trumpet calls

The day of wrath is near

And a million heads will roll



The flaming sword, the scorching word,

The wrath of god, iron guard rise

The flaming sword, the scorching word,

The wrath of god,

The legion burns in the fires of her own eschaton



Necromysticism, elevation of the earth



(Once) soaked in ancestral blood,

Death becomes the word

Militant apparition in cultic disguise

Ling live death! They are the iron hand of god



Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death

Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend



On earth as in heaven,

(It) will never be

(As) the red iron fist breaks

The legionnaires' skulls

Bullet in the head, face down in the dirt

Phantasm of supremacy, lies vanquished in the mud



Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death

Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend



The flaming sword, the scorching word,

The wrath of god, the iron guard is dead!