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
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Sulphur Souls
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Marduk |