Centurian Soultheft
Armies of white angels they fight
Pulling and twisting My mind to partake
I know my fate Accept heaven's Hate
It is too late inverting my fate
Stupid god
greedy thief
lord of grief
I won't believe
Don't even bother
my wish is to burn
Search for another
my soul you must earn
Your arrows are to slow
without you I will go
Dethrone yourself and flee
or care to Die for me
Armies of white angels they fight
Helplessly begging me their lives not to take
My place is in Hell
I cannot be sold
to your angelic race
your fall is foretold
father you've died
deceased in your light
your words, they mean nothing
my mind is too strong
Each angel impaled
and once again
your son to be naild
Armies of white angels they fight
Helplessly begging me their lives not to take
They know their fate
have Satan's Hate
It is too late
Inverting their fate
