Woorden:
War Satan

for Satan They will all fucking die I worship you I obey you I kill for you I die for you Father Satan Take my Soul Satan, Satan Satan, Satan

That we are reapers of Satan There's no future nor there's any way to hide We are the reapers of Satan nor there's no way to hide

up into the night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan

's too late Night is here The time that you dread The time when you lose all control Your body's in pain You cry in vein Satan takes over your soul Cry

Across infernal wastelands Many miles of sunburnt Hell Tribes are scattered limbs And dust all laying as they fell Open lies the challenge to all Warriors

Sorceress of old love potions Brew an orgy strong Priestess of the highest order Light the fires of song Chime the bell raising hell Nothing can go wrong

Stand aside, loose your pride I'm at the gates alone Sourcery, blasphemy Is all welcome in my home I'm leaving But soon I'm coming back Believe me I'

That we are reapers of Satan There's no future nor there's any way to hide We are the reapers of Satan nor there's no way to hide

I worship you I obey you I kill for you I die for you Father