Soultheft - Centurian

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