Album: Satanic Corpse
Followers of the serpent speech
Once carved in stone, the ark of the covenant
Ascending legions of holy crusaders
The one and only righteous pigs demanding the throne
By the dawn they shall see the opposition
Burning power that will ever be Religious freaks disarmed and left alone
At the gates of dismemberment
Masters of moral, guardians of the dead
Writhe with pain as their world crumbles down
Cast into black turbulent chaos
The throne ablaze lost forever
By the dawn they shall see the opposition
Burning power that will ever be Religious freaks disarmed and left alone
At the gates of dismemberment
Where the sun sets with a blood red trace in the sky
How can you think of your comfort zone
Fragile shelters of cowards cremated shall explode
Where no gods dare