Throne Of The Stygian Goat
The course of time forever altered
By will of misanthropic legions
Across shorelines of pure revulsion
We march baring the sigil of Satan
To the hills of desolation
Where upon evil deeds commence
Inverted crosses staked into the soil
As a warning to the hordes of Christ
From the blackest abysmal canyons
To the snow-capped mountain peaks
The hellish mists enrapture the living
Consuming as a flesh-eating disease
Christians eaten away from within
The holy soon become the walking dead
The world plunges hard into mayhem
A dying society hangs by a thread
To the hell where we're going
We won't need eyes to see
Pure evil breeds all knowing
Your God is a disease
Perversion of religion
A plague shoved down your throat
All hail the Lord of Sickness
Upon the throne of the stygian goat
Crushing the skull of Christ - All hail
Burning church to ash - All hail
Conjuring Lucifer - All hail
Storming the house of God - All hail
In a pact with darkness - All hail
Satan again will rise - All hail
Raid the realm of Heaven - All hail
Your god has died - All hail