flesh can give even though, as it appears, your virgin is a devil and now is the day of your fears I will collect what is mine after twelve years as
This song is dedicated to all blasphemers worldwide, ia! Lyrics: Swano, Axelsson You true beiever. Die man deciever, for your prophecies. A fatal release
as a fig tree cast her untimely figs When she is shaken of a mighty wind And the heavens, the heavens will depart as a scroll And it is the roller together
just demons in another form! I shall destroy them with my prayers! I shall burn them with my Holy Cross! I shall - JOURNALIST: The curious eye of a
but they'll be back again He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks The reaper came and
be Cut to Pieces with Sharp Knives Tortured Devoured Consumed in Everlasting Flames We Shall Never Be The Blessed Dead [The phrase, "the Blessed Dead," is a
' through the doorways of heaven or is this hell? The time is now, right now This is the hour, this is the new dawn This is the new day As I step into
heaven comes a flood erasing all Landing as if a ruthless bird of pray to crush all human souls The lightning colors the sky with flames of light
sixty six War breaks, a sign of the end, eternally expelled Look to the sky for knowledge, the stars align tonight Eclipse and heaven shall fall Now
foe, sin and woe, death and hell, o'erthroweth. God is man, man to deliver; His dear Son now is one with our blood forever. Shall we still dread God'
A rich man counting money, a tired man counting sheep While the safe man counts his blessings, the hungry man has beans There's a million people praying
steel is no use against this ignoble magical trickery! But if our souls are bound for the Pit this day, we'll damn well take a few of these bastards with
death shall be swift, if not entirely devoid of suffering! [THE KING:] I defy you! [LORD ANGSAAR:] Hyperborea shall fall! Your court shall become the
black steel against me if you dare! O' great king, your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath! 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die! [THE
, go and burn your bible. A cur- few for the damned. A curfew for the damned. (*) Realize, realize. A curfew for the damned. Real eyes. Realize a curfew
That would render might Egypt lame If the rage of God stayed unassuaged... I listened with a heavy heart But unveiled to the threats This Hebrew in a