Lyrics: Urgehal. Through Thick Fog Till Death. Supreme Blasphemy.
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Grim satanic blessing
To all the sons of hell (Satan)
Strive to see the blood of Jesus flow
All hail the grand unholy lord supreme
Join our war against the fucking feeble
Kill them all and burn their fucking churches
Drink their blood and smell the flaming fire
Emancipate your hellish vile desire
We shall spare a few
And make them leave their fucking holy god
We'll shit them in their face, still they will love us
As sexual slaves of hell they all shall serve
Gather around the blood-red pentagram
Sacrifice the fucking Christian slut
Chant the magic rites of necronomicon
Together we shall fuck the virgin dead
You shall see our wrath
As we sodomize Maria
And you shall feel our hate
As we strangle you all
Crush their crucifix
And desecrate their fucking holy graveyard
Summon the dead
Then emancipate your necrolust
Enjoy your lovely orgy with the dead
Revel in the blood of a thousand Christians
Run barefoot in the (glowing) ashes of their churches
Celebrate our vile satanic triumph
The night shall come
When the hammer of Satan rise
And with infernal power
It shall smash the skull of Christ!
Grim satanic blessing
To all the sons of hell (Satan)
Strive to see the blood of Jesus flow
All hail the grand unholy lord supreme
Join our war against the fucking feeble
Kill them all and burn their fucking churches
Drink their blood and smell the flaming fire
Emancipate your hellish vile desire
We shall spare a few
And make them leave their fucking holy god
We'll shit them in their face, still they will love us
As sexual slaves of hell they all shall serve
Gather around the blood-red pentagram
Sacrifice the fucking Christian slut
Chant the magic rites of necronomicon
Together we shall fuck the virgin dead
You shall see our wrath
As we sodomize Maria
And you shall feel our hate
As we strangle you all
Crush their crucifix
And desecrate their fucking holy graveyard
Summon the dead
Then emancipate your necrolust
Enjoy your lovely orgy with the dead
Revel in the blood of a thousand Christians
Run barefoot in the (glowing) ashes of their churches
Celebrate our vile satanic triumph
The night shall come
When the hammer of Satan rise
And with infernal power
It shall smash the skull of Christ!
Through Thick Fog Till Dea
Urgehal
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