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The walls come down like thunder |
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Striking down the prophets of false |
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Rock ’n roll angels bring thyn hard rock hallelujah |
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Demons and angels all in one have arrived |
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Rock ’n roll angels bring thyn hard rock hallelujah |
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In God’s creation supernatural high |
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Striking down the prophets of false |
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Wings on my back, I got horns on my head |
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My fangs are sharp and my eyes are red |
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Not quite an angel or the one that fell |
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Now choose to join us or go straight to Hell |
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(Notið courier eða annað mono-spaced letur til að þetta birtist rétt!) |
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