Holy Diver
I’m what they call
Scourge of the sky
From clouds I fall
Don’t ask why
No matter blood and gore
I am the survivor
Through Carnage I soar
The holy diver
Blazing wings beat
All battles halted
Feeling disapproving heat
Shining light, exalted
Wave of judgment flows
To hell I am your driver
I am your pain and woe
The holy diver
Copyright © Justin Street | Year Posted 2010
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