On the wings of a white angel
On the wings of a white angel, I Rode into hell, slayed the devil’s demons and pissed on his head. When I was finished I rode back out.
They made me a hero and called me a legend, but I was just doing
my best; to live through the chaos and survive like the rest.
Now the devil and his demons creep through my soul and into my
head as they carry me to bed.
So from hero and legend, now they say ‘he’s not right in the head.’
Damn them all and fuck the rest! On the wings of a white angel,
I rode into hell.
Their bones are plain white; their brains are Dull Yellow and their
blood, it’s … bright red. As a tapeworm crawls out of a bullet
hole in his stomach I realise, my fuck, they’re all dead because
I’ve slain the devil’s demons again.
On the wings of a white angel, I rode into hell.
He had me lined up with his RPG-7, point blank. My 20-mm
cannon and .30 Browning had both jammed so I reached down
for my R5, knowing I was dead. When I looked up, I had been
spared. He had lost the nerve and stood in surrender, with hands
in the air and weapon at his feet.
Slay the demons.
With fear in his eyes he had lost the will to fight. Don’t worry, my
friend, your bones will be pure white, your brains dull yellow and
your blood bright red because soon you will be quite dead.
I rode into hell and pissed on his head.
Fuck them all and damn the rest!