I see dead If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be, enemies In the P's freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
whooo - what's going down dudes let me guess - that's right - groovy whooo what the fucking hell is all this fucking shit get out of here - you fucking
up into the night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan
off into the night, howling out immortal cries of predication and war. "AT WAR WITH SATAN" Warriors gather slowly round the sacred city hell Satan screams
so loud Father holds me in his arms And laughs for he is proud "All is well", my mother cries A kiss for me her child But at night my heart turns black
on fire You'll see no light With genocide Life or death it used to be But now there is no choice The blackened skies are filled with cries Of every nations
spirits guide the winds Until Manitou ascends Manitou Manitou Manitou Manitou Watch the unseen burial Eclipse the blazing skies Feast the wings of death With
V E N O fucking M Are you with us right until the end? Stand up and be counted Stand up and be counted Come on right at the back You wanna be counted
Tell us of your day of judgment Reenact your fear Dance in the flame Nude without shame for all to see I'll take a trip with you To make your innocence
Run like hell, in hell The deadly race begins Cyanide, suicide No prayers or foolish whims Tonight we'll fight With glory in our veins Can't stop us
Stand aside, loose your pride I'm at the gates alone Sourcery, blasphemy Is all welcome in my home I'm leaving But soon I'm coming back Believe me I'
dead If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be Enemies in the P's freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I Wouldn
heat homie you sadly mistakin when its time for war my army hold more heat then satan, so if you want beef then you got yaself a problem run up on with
it was a gift of malice For the maiden Harmonia The illegitimate spawn of love arid war Jealousy made it gleam for her For with it clasped, her looking
death The calling of Hell, the calling of Satan! Follow my dream in the shadow of death The calling of Hell, the calling of Satan! Dream, death, Hell, Satan
see dead If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be, enemies In the P's freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
Übersetzung: Gift. At War With Satan (Extended Version).