ANGEL (False Gods)
The angel was summoned by the priest
The village cheered at His noble visage
Luminous, blotting the light of the Sun
Water falling from the curls of His hair
They threw themselves at His feet asking for victory
His eyes narrowed and he shrieked in anger
They were cast by the blast like wool in the wind
He raised a furious wing and smote them
He inverted their land and crushed them
Then scattered salt over their graves.
Written to Painkiller by Judas Priest
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