Decisions

I know the time i know the place
When we fell from out lords good grace
Upon a time of darkened pain
An angel looked upon in shame
Brought us our gift through flaming blade
A gift called rage this lucifer made

And Used on our fellows we must
Even if we broke our prayers of trust
It seems not to matter which way we turn
Either way we`re going to Fucking Burn
Through a righteous path of light and sound
Or through the darkest paths as our hearts pound
We make our choices in the purest of light
And to say otherwise is complete shite