Hail covens, this is it.
A thousand amps toll the end time riff.
The sky, a coffin lid,
all condemned beneath its shadow.
The chosen few, the chosen knew,
Spelled out in the stars, his prophecy.
Raise your fists, now you exist.
The bell of doom strikes the thirteenth hour.
The time has come,
all the chosen time to put down your bongs.
Take up a knife, end a life.
Legalise drugs and murder.
Satanas Luciferus, we pledge these souls to you.
Now Satan's slaves, your lives weren't saved.
Die now in the shadow of the pentagram.
The chosen few.
The chosen few.
The chosen few, look up to the sky.
The chosen few, waiting for the sign.
The chosen few are still children of the grave.
Satan's slaves.
The chosen few, look up to the sky.
The chosen few, waiting for the sign.
The chosen few are still children of the grave.
Satan's slaves.
The chosen few, look up to the sky.
The chosen few, waiting for the sign.
The chosen few are still children of the grave.
Satan's slaves.
The chosen few, look up to the sky.
The chosen few, waiting for the sign.
The chosen few are still children of the grave.
Satan's slaves.