Sulphur Souls

Praise hail Satan
 Our wrath is about to be unleashed
 Upon you - oh lord of goodness
 For so long we have waited and believe us
 The future will be a vast black memory on your grave
 Behold
 From our synagogue of Satan
 We say to you
 Black metal warriors of northern lands
 Lift your swords up high
 Let us praise
 The horned one
 The lord of the sulphur souls
 The city walls of Babylon
 Are now decorated with the bodies of your
 Weak followers
 Here they hang begging for our mercy
 With a symbol of your teachings
 We can't do nothing but hate
 Behold
 From our synagogue of Satan
 We say to you
 Do never lower your heads in awe
 For a god so good and mild
 Let us praise the one with black horns
 Woe
 Woe to you oh falling god
 See how we scorn your work and worshippers
 See how they hang in shameful nakedness
 On the bloodstained walls of Babylon
 The white sun bites us
 But why be afraid
 The bright morning star has turned black
 Your empire is ruined oh god of life and light
 And I am your Judas