Satan's Wrath - Leonard Rising - Night of the Whip | Текст песни

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• Satan's Wrath
• Leonard Rising - Night of the Whip

Infants fat is burning black candles tonight
Black magic rites echoes through Hell
The master is risen breathing blasphemy and might
His kingdom our kingdom, the one who once fell

Satan's chalice is dripping with blood
The pentagram is burning come forth and drink
Lucifer's slaves we are now crawling in mud
The pits of rebellion, deeper we will sink

Aeons in chains, finally free
Fallen from grace, risen from the sea
Thousands of hands hail the black goat
With the sign of the horns
This is the night of the witch

Under the graves now we roam free
Eating the dead, bloody black wings
Demonic souls called by the bell
Form the inverted cross
This is the might of the whip