Under raged cover of darkness,
Riders on wheels cross the desert.
An apocalypse arrived in blindness
For the angels of death
They are going, and streets are empty.
Ravens peck and corpses are blind.
Scavengers as always are hungry
And souls can't find out the grind
Coyots as always are hungry
And God is busy and angry.
Coyots as always are hungry
And God is busy and angry.
Rolling Angels of Blood
Rolling Angels of Death
Devil dozen wheels traveled half the world
In search of new testament,
And millions of souls are milled
in a meat grinder of hell...
Under raged cover of darkness,
Riders on wheels cross the desert.
An apocalypse arrived in blindness
For the angels of death
They are going, and streets are empty.
Ravens peck and corpses are blind.
Scavengers as always are hungry
And souls can't find out the way
Rolling Angels of Blood
Rolling Angels of Death
We are Angels of Blood
We are Angels of Death
