Heaven Has Angelic Choirs, Hell Has Cataphonic Choruses

Tyrannical hordes,
Of constant concords,
The noise and sound,
Vocabulary bound,
Diabolical deeds,
Intercepting the relative needs,
The armies of hell,
Has risen and fell,
Here we go again…

Heaven has it’s angelic choirs,
Hell has it’s cataphonic choruses,
The mind would bellow,
As you hear the screams of apotheoses.
Just as suspicion might arouse,
Devil horns and Angels fall,
The sky and earth open up,
The darkness doth install,
Here we go again…

Hell opens up while you’re around,
These troubled times,
Between my friends and your friends,
Furrowed brows and flaky crimes…

There’s a thin line,
That you’re standing over,
One leg wrapped around each side,
One black cat and one lucky clover,
You sever both sides of the story,
And merge in and out of the realms,
Of the evil and lawful,
To me this overwhelms,
Here we go again…

Hell opens up while you’re around,
These troubled times,
Between my friends and your friends,
Furrowed brows and flaky crimes…

Hell opens up while you’re around (x8)
Here we go again…

Hell opens up while you’re around,
These troubled times,
Between my friends and your friends,
Furrowed brows and flaky crimes…