Sulphur Souls Lyrics

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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

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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

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