3 Inches Of Blood

Dark meteors
Pale demons astride
Hurled relentlessly across the night sky
Zealots of creation
To a theory chained
They’d kill for their faith or die
Never to kneel
They slaughter all Lords
On the souls of the faithful
Faithless demons gorge
A curse upon you
All you deserve
All seem to think they
Are on the truth path
A plague so vile
None shall survive
The righteous will tighten it's grip on the free
Claiming their God is the one to believe
The beast is emerging
A danger untold
Trying to suppress what can't be controlled
A curse upon you
All you deserve