The heavens open up and we can see angels
Winged horrors all before the frown of God
Descending equipped for the slaughter
Into the deep, my gem
Into the mouth of tragedy
Together in the furnace of the damned
Our sinners' love with thwart the doom of man
Riders on the Earth promising ruin
Nothing will be spared. Take my hand
Show them we quail before no one
Into the deep, my gem
Into the mouth of tragedy
Together in the furnace of the damned
Our sinners' love with thwart the doom of man
We are more than spoils of God's immortal war
We will last when it is waged no more