A blight has fallen on the land. This can't be right it wasn't planned, has our church burning been in vain? Invocation devil's name. Our evil force lies dormant now and yet our summons told us how. The ritual spoke, I know its name and yet it didn't fill its claim.
A thousand voices hailing to the sky to serve our lord beneath his searching eye and still our warriors ride again.
Our time is rising blood red as the darkening sky. Feeding metal to the hungry masses, new forms of intellectual metal classes. Didactic teaching through the music form, while all religions suffer scorn. As the foremost blackened fiends undertake, to serve their liege in corpse paint like the poets of the damned inscribed blood upon their hands. Burning churches, evil rites bound contain sacred images profaned, we shriek out.
Evil, oh yes we're evil evil no really evil evil evil and prime evil.
Just as warriors of old wielding swords and crushing bones playing guitars thin production in our hands, metal legions take command, no money, just as evil as we may seem we get our mums to make our tea.
Now you'll see the sacrifice brought to the heal through fire and ice songs of war and tales of woe all fast bikes and leather clothes. Born of black wind fire and steel, hails and shouts of kill kill kill to amplify our only will, denim and leather kill kill kill.
Obey the archetype, shun the fabrics bearing light, enshroud they form in black, allow they locks roam over your back. Embraced those images of death or you'll fall in with the rest. Imbue your words with bitter anger, vent your feelings shout Gouranga.
Disguise your feelings through that rasp so that meaning should be asked. Reply emotions of resentment revive the worth of bitter sentiment.
Satan shall prevail, demonic cool will never fail, we'll all ear black our faces pale, heavens walls born to assail. Preach among the converted few those you know and those you knew, that your message might remain safe from others. Drab domains speak those words inciting fear while the faithful stand and cheer and the ignorant proclaim, lacking metal for their brains.
Angels of affliction led the way, part now with this philosophy of hate, its been done, its so passe. Pity the suffering born to suffer in. And the world shall inherit the meek and the meek shall inherit their worth, while the world shuns their faith and scorns their birth. Pity the suffering born to duffer in.
Hail the metal philosopher kings of Satan and steel, our warriors shall sing of fire and ice, and black wind borne our enemies shall fail in scorn.
