the scorn of the children Who now curse his name. Sire of sin, You embody me Undivine... To you we congregate; None so vile, Your magnificent Crown of horns
profiles and everythin' Ya?ll should stay low Gene called, he need five dollars Ultimate focus behind ya neck Can?t reflex with text on your lyrical index Stop the masses
master of sabbats. LEONARDO, Goat of Mendez, lord of the black moon... Under the shadow of thy tri-horned skull, we celebrate the dark mass for SATAN
grinding under our metallic jaws is grwing with me... Tearing appart angelic hearts in offer to the Horned One... In offer to the Horned One!!! A final
to the ground Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw Now I'm shaking all over I'm a shattering mass But I'm gonna
and drink from the goblet of gore Souls are but small giblets please death care for more? In my anger ten more pills shall I gather seven hills? Lock the horns
you're cravin' Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your station Anvils that fills the whole circumference And black people crowd in a mass abundance To hear Gabriel's horn
wings, would I be forgiving? If I had horns Would there be flames to shy my smile? Hymns of loss are heard From the masses in the streets Praising the
style rushin the stage in jiggy waves The killa bee ministry forms another industry Physically recoffin and killin any savage mentally Solidify negative vibes are liquified by the masses
they get more stompin' than the gappers And that's why Ice click was it First name St., last name Tex Half brothers and the name Murphy Key Slow had a mass
buried and lost in the dust of sweet oblivion The raging pulse of wardrums sounds as the legions of hell marches on A swarming mass of darkness and
of the wind. You will find yourself in the holy wood consecrated to the primordial gods. Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian's mass
and I said okay So we stepped out side and sat on the curb and had a little cigarette And when the cars started honking their horns at us But those horns
(On Earth, As It Is In Heaven) Chorus Verse Three: I hit the planet like a plague The Book of Revelations red dragon with ten horns and seven heads
is pain you shall feel for only death is truly real by the order of the black goat we offer your souls to the horned god bleed upon the mass desecration
the history Changing the world Like a God! We will remember! Great Masters of the world Great masters living by the sword Strenght Wisdom Control ...controling the masses
Det var en lang vinter men til slutt blei det va?r og alle mennene pa? skuta? hadde fest Det var tungrodde netter og en masse blod og svette Styrmannen
bread and black, poisoned wine And we go..our steps so silent And we go..our blooded trace; The Jester Race Calling our to the gathered masses; their