Wicked - Witchery

Winged godless creatures they fill the blackest night

Vandals of divine no rush of evil might

A frightening streak of rampage

Screams of pain and death

They’re swarming all around

Nowhere to catch your breath

Wicked spirits around us storming

Will we ever survive their closing attack

With buzzsaw razor anger they slice and cut their way

Breeding hate and chaos brings forth the final day

Blasphemic martyrs oblivious to mercy

Voracious icons submit to an unstoppable force

Will we survive!

Will we survive!

We we survive the attack!