Our wrath is about to be unleashed Upon you - oh lord of goodness For so long we have waited and believe us The future will be a vast black memory on your grave
Behold From our synagogue of Satan We say to you Black metal warriors of northern lands Lift your swords up high Let us praise The horned one The lord of the sulphur souls
The city walls of Babylon Are now decorated with the bodies of your Weak followers Here they hang begging for our mercy With a symbol of your teachings We can`t do nothing but hate
Behold From our synagogue of Satan We say to you Do never lower your heads in awe For a god so good and mild Let us praise the one with black horns
Woe Woe to you oh falling god See how we scorn your work and worshippers See how they hang in shameful nakedness On the bloodstained walls of Babylon
The white sun bites us But why be afraid The bright morning star has turned black Your empire is ruined oh god of life and light And I am your Judas
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