Holy Terror - Evil's Rising

awning sky a day so dreary
seeing faithful weak and weary
wanting so much more than is had
to give up anything in trade
temptation flirts about you
reach out the gold ring could be yours
leading to where no one can save you
the lust of excess brings you end
CHORUS:
Uneartly voices, choirs of the dead
calling for mercy, darkness rears its head
evil is rising, mortality condemed
onward and onward to the living end
The choice is ours what will we do
no one will know just what to do