Sathanas
Mighty father hear our call: this sacrifice in moonless night
Blood is spilled on everywhere; the only sounds are virgin's cries
Feel the smell of burning flesh, feel the smell of living dead
The wind is whispering your name, we raise our hands screaming
Hail Sathanas
An orgy of blood in this moonless night
Your cult is performing the ritual
The priestess will open the seventh seal;
Your whore will complete the prophecy
After a thousand years you are free
And all your hate is unleashed
Arise, From Hell, And Cast, Your Spell
Hear me, Oh Lord, I Am, Faithful
An orgy of blood in this moonless night
Your cult is performing the ritual
The priestess will open the seventh seal;
Your whore will complete the prophecy
After a thousand years you are free
And all your hate is unleashed
Your Horde, Is Here, Ready, To Kill
Ascend, To The Sky, And Rape, The Christ
Hail, Satan, Hail, Sathanas
Mighty father hear our call: this sacrifice in moonless night
Blood is spilled on everywhere; the only sounds are virgin's cries
Feel the smell of burning flesh, feel the smell of living dead
The wind is whispering your name, we raise our hands screaming
Hail, Sathanas
Blood is spilled on everywhere; the only sounds are virgin's cries
Feel the smell of burning flesh, feel the smell of living dead
The wind is whispering your name, we raise our hands screaming
Hail Sathanas
An orgy of blood in this moonless night
Your cult is performing the ritual
The priestess will open the seventh seal;
Your whore will complete the prophecy
After a thousand years you are free
And all your hate is unleashed
Arise, From Hell, And Cast, Your Spell
Hear me, Oh Lord, I Am, Faithful
An orgy of blood in this moonless night
Your cult is performing the ritual
The priestess will open the seventh seal;
Your whore will complete the prophecy
After a thousand years you are free
And all your hate is unleashed
Your Horde, Is Here, Ready, To Kill
Ascend, To The Sky, And Rape, The Christ
Hail, Satan, Hail, Sathanas
Mighty father hear our call: this sacrifice in moonless night
Blood is spilled on everywhere; the only sounds are virgin's cries
Feel the smell of burning flesh, feel the smell of living dead
The wind is whispering your name, we raise our hands screaming
Hail, Sathanas
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Writer(s): Andres Mera
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