Chadwick Death - Wings of Death Lyrics

Here we are waiting in the Killing fields
Looking for a moment to strike
The hand of death awaits for you victims
Your butchered head impaled on a spike
Head on a block and a falling axe above you
There can be no escape from your plight
Blood runs through your veins as adrenaline rushes
The hand of death is in sight

And you're wondering why you're about to die
We have the wings, the wings to fly
And from the inside you feel no pain
Nothing left but your remains

We fly on wings of death
Cattle will guide us to the light
And when the blood turns red
You will never ever win this fight

The hell of death awaits on the other side
The Grim Reaper's visiting you
Looking to the heavens for merciful forgiveness
Misguided faith won't see you through
Skies open up to the horror that awaits you
As you take your last breath
You try in vein to resist from the demon
As he spreads his wings of death

And you're wondering why you're about to die
We have the wings, the wings to fly
And from the inside you feel no pain
Nothing left but your remains

We fly on wings of death
Cattle will guide us to the light
And when the blood turns red
You will never ever win this fight

We fly on wings of death
Watch the lightning strike as Darkness falls
And now you're filled with dread
Do you think you've really got the balls

We have you in our sights
You can't avoid this fight
Await The dread and fear
As we make you disappear
As you Look up to the sky
You know you're about to die
Excruciating pain
You can't stop the Chadwick train

We fly on wings of death
Cattle will guide us to the light
And when the blood turns red
You will never ever win this fight

We fly on wings of death
Watch the lightning strike as Darkness falls
And now you're filled with dread
Do you think you've really got the balls

We fly on wings of death
Cattle will guide us to the light
The end it comes for all
But you will never win this fight

We fly on Wings of death
In this town we are the law
When we strike it's your last breath
We are the cull when duty calls