The Power of Satan Compells You

The strength of the angry men
In militant times growing stronger
The lords of midnight again
Waxing with shadows ever longer

Surplus humans falling into decay
Rotting corpses of religious reign
Parasites of the secondary world
To them I can only wish eternal pain

Created lord, with the double-edged sword
The power of Satan compells you
Strike now when the blood runs hot
The power of Satan compells you

The sky has fallen, black with steaming blood
Remorseless serrated edge eats the flesh
With my art I am the fist in the anus of god
Reaping the depraved joys of eternal hell