Storming the Gates of Heaven

We must fight, for what we believe in
Stand against a god, who commits treason
Were storming the gates now killing season.

The Angels fall, their riddled with holes
The prophets appalled while Greg and I troll
Soldiers of Satan were here for the toll
Give our father his throne and you can keep you soul

Ripped limb from limb without hesitation
Left to rot in eternal damnation
our father he loves us, his gorgeous creations
built to dominate and conquer all nations

Greg is the right eye and I am the left
our armies they pillage, taking all breaths
all of our foes have been put to the test
Against undead warriors they're all laid to rest