A blackened sky
And the rising tide
Meet in the desert
Of the Fallen Ones

The hunt begins
For the banished king
Led by disciples
Of the chosen Son

The fall from grace
Into this lonely place
Has made him bitter
And elusive

An angel scorned
He is reborn
And his reign
Will be divisive

A holy war will unfold
A prophetic end was foretold
Still the ride will bring us
To the Gates of Hell
In the hunt for
The fallen angel

The storm grows fiercer
As the sleet pierces
Through the fog
Like poison arrows

We’re on the scent
Of the heaven-sent
And the howls
Are getting nearer

Death on the wing
The hellions sing
As they pick us apart
One by one

The path is littered
With the lifeless flesh
Of those that came
Before us.

A holy war will unfold
A prophetic end was foretold
Still the ride will bring us
To the Gates of Hell
In the hunt for
The fallen angel