The Butchers Of Satan

Hell raises its flames the apocalypse is coming
Churches close their doors
The grunts are heard in the distance
The angels come down from heaven to avoid such a sublime tragedy
Beheaded angels their blood purifies their ritual

Christ devastated, hangs from a tree
Rain of blood falls from the miserable heaven
Hellish chaos the butchers of Satan
Christians on their knees cry out for mercy

Cursed is he who
Rejects the word of my lord
Surrender your soul to Satan
It's time to worship him

He will save you
From divine bondage
On the cross the son of God
Is dying, who was killed by his father