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This time it’s war!

Ghouls attack the church,

crush the trinity dead.

They'll try to board the windows,

but there’s too much glass and gold.

To hell you’ve sold your souls

for seven silver coins,

and every child you’ve defiled.

Religion hangs,

and we are the tiers of the noose.

This blackened bearer of truth,

onward we fight.

Yank the deadened Christ-pig

right off of that cross.

Stab in him in the side again,

its none of our loss.

This time,

no more feeble minds

will not be hypnotized

by their disease.

Behold infinite bringers of the night,

black flame of Satan burning foul and bright.

We, kindred bringers of the night,

your blood our sweet delight.

Ye unholy fiends

from depths of black,

turn every fucking cross

you see to Hell.

Defecate in holy waters,

instill much fear,

and poison every well.

Unholy fiends

driven by will.

The time has come to see

their christ is killed.

His fabrications

muted, dead and gone.

We’ll sing this song forever

or until...

Legion six hundred sixty six,

no evangelist shall stand before me.

Bury his memory into black,

and with might attack all who oppose.

You will behold infinite bringers of the night,

black flame of Satan burning foul and bright.

We, kindred bringers of the night,

your blood our sweet delight.