Blue Blind Bird - Approaching Inferno

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Verse 1
The time has come and the reckoning's begun
All kinds of scum will come marching to the drum
Without the sun to protect the mortals from
The demons and the beasts who've come to have some fun

Chorus
One, two - marched the crew
Lock your doors, cause they're after you
Three, four - many more
Denizens of hell heading into war
Keep your windows shut
If you hear their rhythmic strut
But no one's truly safe tonight
From the death parade of blight

Verse 2
They want to eat and they feast on human meat
Blood on the street, which to them seems rather sweet
They won't retreat, motivated by the beat
They're coming forth and crushing skulls under their feet

Instrumental Break
(You either pray, or become their prey
You either pray, or become their prey
You either pray, or become their prey
You either pray, or become their prey!)

Verse 3
Fueled by their raging hate
They've destroyed the gates of hell
Under their chaotic reign
All of mankind also fell
But with no meat on their plate
They've decided to rebel
On their way to heaven's gate
They'll destroy the skies as well

Bridge
This parade is a renegade -
Helping the angels decide on their fate
This parade is a masquerade -
Wearing the faces of angels they slayed
This parade is undismayed -
Drinking the holy blood like lemonade
This parade is an escapade -
Ran by the evil that only knows hate

Chorus
One, two - marched the crew
Lock your doors, cause they're after you
Three, four - many more
Denizens of hell heading into war
Keep your windows shut
If you hear their rhythmic strut
But no one's truly safe tonight
From the death parade of blight
 
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