A blackened sky And the rising tide Meet in the desert Of the Fallen Ones The hunt begins For the banished king Led by disciples Of the chosen Son The fall from grace Into this lonely place Has made him bitter And elusive An angel scorned He is reborn And his reign Will be divisive A holy war will unfold A prophetic end was foretold Still the ride will bring us To the Gates of Hell In the hunt for The fallen angel The storm grows fiercer As the sleet pierces Through the fog Like poison arrows We re on the scent Of the heaven-sent And the howls Are getting nearer Death on the wing The hellions sing As they pick us apart One by one The path is littered With the lifeless flesh Of those that came Before us. A holy war will unfold A prophetic end was foretold Still the ride will bring us To the Gates of Hell In the hunt for The fallen angel