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It’s raining tar,

it’s raining dead birds.

The last upright are gathered,

standing at attention

in black blood, knee deep.

Their march was long

but it ends here.

Tonight, the devil will take them.

No – false – pride.

No shame.

Celebrate doom one last time,

celebrate death.

One last dance in the steel storm

with…

Satan, Satan.

Satan calls – the infantry is dancing.

Satan calls – the infantry is dancing.

Satan calls – the infantry is dancing.

The goat commands – the infantry is dead.

A ridiculous god,

the reason for war.

Satan will head him -

you will loose.

But don’t worry:

Your children will be like you.

They will wage their own war.

It’s funny but true,

again and again -

It’s always the same.

The same never-ending revenge.

It’s raining tar,

that buries the corpses in the trench.

All that remains is…

A disgusting stench.

Tonight, the devil will take them.

No – false – pride.

No shame.

Satan, Satan.

Satan, Satan.

Satan calls – the infantry is dead.