Saint - Reaping The Flesh lyrics

Robed with white fine linen His bride behind the truth He's waging war and concerning false prophet and the beast are through His robe is dipped and stained with blood His eye's a flame of fire To take abominations sons To squeeze the press to judge defilers Reaping the flesh Birds of prey they hover A feast is called to earth The doom of kingdoms power The final kingdom curse Fly down to devour Ripping hearts and flesh Birds of prey where dead men lay And take their finial breath The birds of prey they gather The finial feast delight The scoffers and the blasphemers They've got them in their sight And know the beast and prophet Thrown in the lake of fire To burn in their eternity Their flesh to feed eternal fire Tierney is over Evils overthrown Satan cast into the pit It's his eternal throne Through the smoke and fire He'll give another try Disintegrated instantly Into the lake now say goodbye