Shotgun Shells to Mend the Broken Wings of Angels

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That night they found me laughing by the cemetery gates
Piss drunk and carrying a hatchet covered in blood

An axe I taken to the graves
Ripping open the caskets in drunken rage
Cutting up the corpses and defiling the graves
Taking my fight to the Devil and hell
Son of the serpent, heavens fallen

The officer asked me about the shotgun next to my feet
One missing a full round of slugs

I fought the Dark Angel
Gave war to the demons and the once sinful of earth
Long did I drive the dead back to the ground
So that I might run my hatchet through the heart of the damned
I put an axe through the bastard’s chest

“Who did you shoot? Who did you kill,