Dementor - Kettle Of Evil lyrics

Echoes in the dusk Cry and loud moan Anticipation of pain Image of the apocalypse My mind is stopping It is looking for definition Walking into the darkness I see apocalyptic image Lot of blood and pieces of bodies Moans of bloody angels Banquet of beasts with horns /devils/ It is like a capillary Thousands of victims Are falling From the cliff to the abyss For all the misery For lies and cruelty Bodies and sinners Are falling into darkness In this kettle is cry Over the burning flame Angels are dying All the Christians With fall into the kettle And will die in pain Which they were abusing yourself After thousands of years It's beginning the rebellion Last way of saints