The Troops of Doom - 1666
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In the morning September 1st flames, chaos and pain
Churches burning, lavas of fire falling like rain
Agonized bodies fighting for salvation
Ninety houses of Christ, receiving intervention

Disgrace
Out of context
Smoke that dries the tears
Your faith is now dust
The city is called fear

People begging to run away
The fire that spreads
Legions of the beast
From the first to the last

The plague became divine
The scythe of death is here
Savior has surrender
Anguish is the fuel

A rumble that rises above the last breath
The Host choked on the fallen angel
The first child of a virgin mother
On his knees admitting defeat