| Hear the sound of distant thunder, the time has come again
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| The pagan gods with their whips all lashing, roar the sound of Satans name
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| Bursting up through sodden wastelands, a dire and fearsome sight
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| The hideous blackened lords of hell are come to try your might
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| Soul destroying o mind corrupting o eyes of fire o rancid breath
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| Leaving roots of manhood bleeding, blazing trails of death
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| Hell spawns fire — the devil is within us — a funeral pyre for all
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| Out of the brimstone mire — Satan is within us
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| Screaming with rage — and bent on destroying
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| What worthless creatures flock behind him o sinners seeking grace
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| Wildly wielding wicked weapons, wresting souls to waste
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| Painted lakes are stained with crimson o rivers burst their bloodied banks
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| Shredded sinews, burning bodies, panic reigns amongst the ranks
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| Instrumental bridge
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| Soldiers from their graves rising, lift up our hopes of salvation
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| Saintly swords from scabbards leaping, scatter the devils creations
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| Horses eyes in sockets bulging, charging again and again
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| Snorting nostrils flared with anger, from our breasts leap flame
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| The devil turns his pointed tail and fires a vile retort
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| As we vomit and phlegm, he rekindles his men, and commences the second onslaught
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| Butchered o slaughtered o hung, drawn and quartered
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| Massacred o murdered, and maimed
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| Flayed alive o crucified o bellies ripped open wide
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| Disfigured o dismembered, and slain
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| Our gallant defenders are rendered senseless, helpless we watch them die
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| With the stench of defeat growing stronger and stronger
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| We scatter and flee for our lives
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| The earth, the mighty gates of hades, shuddering, slowly lurch
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| In storms the noxious and victorious hordes of Satans church
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| The devil is within us all |