Devildriver

This abomination
Won't see the end of days
Sit, throne of lies, torn
By voice on high
Death was only a dream
Not devastating disaster
The rights of passage
The past we can't alter
Fuck you, you...
And the horse that you rode in on
Just sit there
And be silent as the grave
You've come out this time
Smelling just like roses
I sit there, watch, while I drink my wine
The weight of your sins
And the evil beneath us
Will surely drag you down
The axe shall fall
On the one-winged angel
Breaking the spell
Would you break this fall?
For he, who sins, against his kind
The axe shall fall