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Winged Messenger Of DoomCarried forth by a gathering stormIts grace belies a grim resolve Worried eyes watching below The growing form on the horizon Hail Messenger of Doom We who welcome the fall of man salutes you Today the hanged rejoice in his gallows His tongue a blue banner of triumph The days he did not live to see Has fallen under the messenger's wings Hail messenger of doom Disciples of the end time salutes you Hail Doom Hail Spread your wings on winds of death Hail doom hail Onward the messenger flies Their reason had been crippled - by the fear of a fiery hell The universe was treated like their private wishing well So when doom came a'rollin' rollin' - rollin' through their land They rejoice in rapture trusting his coming is at hand That Bastard! To all of those who sit round waiting - for the world to burn Fuck off to the crematory; keep bitching from your urn Whether suicide-emo-misanthrope - or Christian reborn from fear Then I can crank you some metal, and drink up all of your beer You asshole! |