plan Wear my mark, give me your hand Follow me by revelation's plan Evil reborn, but nothing is gained All is scorched by Armageddons flame III) The
Martyrs of the cross, bear the flames of hate The madness in their eyes is blind to their obsession The judgments they bestow... in God's name Abolish
until the sea dries up. . . The sky could fall for all I care; I will be here, Until the flames wash over us. I pray, please Armageddon come and wash
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow And every Apocalypse was theirs And the fun of the fare, impaled And their flames were the shadows on our lives Flames
plan Wear my mark, give me your hand Follow me by revelation's plan Evil reborn, but nothing is gained All is scorched by Armageddons flame [III. The
: Martyrs of the cross, bear the flames of hate The madness in their eyes is blind to their obsession The judgments they bestow... in God's name Abolish