Canaan A Descent To Babylon
The towers of pain in crimson
Light drowning
Imprison us
The wells of pain
By purple light blessed
Imprison us
We grab the nails of
domination
And our fist becomes
The flame of Babylon
With the blood of our enemies
Leaving a sour taste in our
mouth
We the archangels of Fire
Unite the worlds of weakness
Under our flag
Of DISINTEGRATION
For we are the wings of
The IMmense beast called
SUPREMACY
Our voices raise as one
Our hearts beat as one
Our eyes see as one.
The future is ours:
Babylon is falling.
