Angel wing, Devil's head
Ride south to the land of the dead
Crimson king called to arms
Blessed spirit will take no harm
Iron will make the way
Arrive on the darkest day
Seek the beast and burn its heart
Start tearing its limbs apart
Salvation Damnation
The angel or the snake
The force of persuasion
Will know which choice to make
Wretched grin, blessed saint
Pure evil has no restraints
Bastard’s blade, razor sharp
Cuts straight through the monster’s heart
River red running free
Makes way to the blood-red sea
Killed the beast and burned its heart
Ritual fires ablaze in the night
Burn on ‘til the morning light
Salvation Damnation
The angel or the snake
The force of persuasion
Will know which choice to make
Salvation Damnation
The angel or the snake
The force of persuasion
Will know which oath to break
Salvation Damnation
The angel or the snake
The force of persuasion
Will know which choice to make
