Moltres (исполнитель: Burning The Masses)
And when it came to sit It's wings folded At it's own sides Taking flight over the sky creature made by fear It seemed senseless to try and fight the beast With so many slain uncountless As then it came to me With wings of fire Burning the town Left no sound Die endlessness As I watch you scream You will not change With wings ablazed As then it came With wings laid in pieces As then it came Your time, a time for destroyed To sons of the [bad word] sin Screaming exhuasted pain If dies if you're alive To the sons of [bad word] sin It does see what's left Before you walk away Ignore what rests behind It's hunger thirsts for more Let's rise and set out for the beast of the sky