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Praise hail Satan |
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Our wrath is about to be unleashed |
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Upon you - oh lord of goodness |
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For so long we have waited and believe us |
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The future will be a vast black memory on your grave |
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Behold |
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From our synagogue of Satan |
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We say to you |
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Black metal warriors of northern lands |
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Lift your swords up high |
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Let us praise |
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The horned one |
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The lord of the sulphur souls |
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The city walls of Babylon |
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Are now decorated with the bodies of your |
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Weak followers |
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Here they hang begging for our mercy |
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With a symbol of your teachings |
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We can't do nothing but hate |
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Behold |
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From our synagogue of Satan |
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We say to you |
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Do never lower your heads in awe |
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For a god so good and mild |
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Let us praise the one with black horns |
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Woe |
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Woe to you oh falling god |
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See how we scorn your work and worshippers |
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See how they hang in shameful nakedness |
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On the bloodstained walls of Babylon |
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The white sun bites us |
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But why be afraid |
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The bright morning star has turned black |
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Your empire is ruined oh god of life and light |
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And I am your Judas |
