Rip This Hell
Screaming like a storm
And the wings of angels have been torn
We're gonna make the demons rise
We're gonna hear their tortured cries
So we might just take your life
No regrets start to slice
Rip this hell
Falling into darkness
Show the sign of the evil
To unlock this
We're gonna call unto this spell
Unholy funeral... rites!
And the wings of angels have been torn
We're gonna make the demons rise
We're gonna hear their tortured cries
So we might just take your life
No regrets start to slice
Rip this hell
Falling into darkness
Show the sign of the evil
To unlock this
We're gonna call unto this spell
Unholy funeral... rites!
Credits
Writer(s): Midnight
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