Towards The High Heaven


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The clowds are burning
And the sky turns black
This deamon comes
With nothing but hate
And vengeance for his feeble race

He brings destruction
Enshrined by his grace
Devouring lost souls
And caging them
Within his black heart

Soon he will come
More powerfull than ever
Bringing destruction
Towards the high heaven