Hear the sound of distant thunder, the time has come again
the pagan gods with their whips all lashing, roar the sound of satanтs name
bursting up through sodden wastelands, a dire and fearsome sight
the hideous blackened lords of hell are come to try your might
soul destroying o mind corrupting o eyes of fire o rancid breath
leaving roots of manhood bleeding, blazing trails of death
hell spawns fire - the devil is within us - a funeral pyre for all
out of the brimstone mire - satan is within us
screaming with rage - and bent on destroying
the earth, the mighty gates of hades, shuddering, slowly lurch
in storms the noxious and victorious hordes of satanтs church
the devil is within us all
what worthless creatures flock behind him o sinners seeking grace
wildly wielding wicked weapons, wresting souls to waste
painted lakes are stained with crimson o rivers burst their bloodied banks
shredded sinews, burning bodies, panic reigns amongst the ranks
soldiers from their graves rising, lift up our hopes of salvation
saintly swords from scabbards leaping, scatter the devilтs creations
horses eyes in sockets bulging, charging again and again
snorting nostrils flared with anger, from our breasts leap flame
the devil turns his pointed tail and fires a vile retort
as we vomit and phlegm, he rekindles his men, and commences the second onslaught
butchered o slaughtered o hung, drawn and quartered
massacred o murdered, and maimed
flayed alive o crucified o bellies ripped open wide
disfigured o dismembered, and slain
our gallant defenders are rendered senseless, helpless we watch them die
with the stench of defeat growing stronger and stronger
we scatter and flee for our lives
