The angels hunt me down
Demons track my soul
Hiding in this human town
I remember my life’s one goal
A creation of the enlightened darkness
I had defied my own masters
For me no one was his highness
My mission was to be a martyr
My master’s hunter, the gothic angels
Are nearby, I sense them
My former army, now a stranger
If only I could save some of them
The devil is now the commander
And god himself the knight
Of this alliance I am the binder
But if only they could see the right
The pretty demons the hideous priests
Fire at me, at their will and accord
But I don’t care ‘bout these beasts
Good or bad, I’ll kill God
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