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Angels thrashing on their harps Malignant enemy lurk the dark Intrepid mongrel battalions rage With weapons to obliterate, obliterate! Ride the hellstorm Feel the wrath of the demons Triumph, drink the blood of the dead So that the wicked can always burning me Frantic aggressor! Frantic aggressor! Frantic aggressor! Frantic aggressor! Ride the hellstorm Heaven crushed to oblivion Triumph, apocalyptic hordes Rancorous storms, which blows through me Frantic aggressor! Frantic aggressor! Frantic aggressor! Frantic aggressor! Aus Songtexte Mania