Sown by the seeds of the devil, marked by the hands of time
Onwards and through the never, unmasked yet so divine
Screaming fear from the high above
Flight of the White feathered dove
When heavy guns starts rolling in we all have to face oblivion
Master of good ruler of sin we all have to face oblivion
Blood on the paws of the lion, killing the words of man
Entering the gates of Zion, writing names in the sand
Screaming fear from the high above
Flight of the White feathered dove
When heavy guns starts rolling in we all have to face oblivion
Master of good ruler of sin we all have to face oblivion
Riding the hounds of abyss, pounding the drums in hell
Stealing the maidens sweet kiss, the story is hard to tell
Screaming fear from the high above
Flight of the White feathered dove
When heavy guns starts rolling in we all have to face oblivion
Master of good ruler of sin we all have to face oblivion