The Devil's Deadly Weapon

Hear the sound of distant thunder, the time has come again

the pagan gods with their whips all lashing, roar the sound of satanтs name

bursting up through sodden wastelands, a dire and fearsome sight

the hideous blackened lords of hell are come to try your might

soul destroying o mind corrupting o eyes of fire o rancid breath

leaving roots of manhood bleeding, blazing trails of death

hell spawns fire - the devil is within us - a funeral pyre for all

out of the brimstone mire - satan is within us

screaming with rage - and bent on destroying

the earth, the mighty gates of hades, shuddering, slowly lurch

in storms the noxious and victorious hordes of satanтs church

the devil is within us all

what worthless creatures flock behind him o sinners seeking grace

wildly wielding wicked weapons, wresting souls to waste

painted lakes are stained with crimson o rivers burst their bloodied banks

shredded sinews, burning bodies, panic reigns amongst the ranks

soldiers from their graves rising, lift up our hopes of salvation

saintly swords from scabbards leaping, scatter the devilтs creations

horses eyes in sockets bulging, charging again and again

snorting nostrils flared with anger, from our breasts leap flame

the devil turns his pointed tail and fires a vile retort

as we vomit and phlegm, he rekindles his men, and commences the second onslaught

butchered o slaughtered o hung, drawn and quartered

massacred o murdered, and maimed

flayed alive o crucified o bellies ripped open wide

disfigured o dismembered, and slain

our gallant defenders are rendered senseless, helpless we watch them die

with the stench of defeat growing stronger and stronger

we scatter and flee for our lives