Rise up the horns of sin The caves of the cursed I have seen Where mortals' souls covered with the temple of sin The strength of demons I feel Ceaseless
Übersetzung: Horna. Kill Christus.
: Rise up the horns of sin The caves of the cursed I have seen Where mortals' souls covered with the temple of sin The strength of demons I feel Ceaseless
we sleep with blade in hand We're waiting for the call Join us! Black valor's on our side Striking with satanic force we'll crust their fabled Christ
too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn
salt-water trout Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian
expands, heaven and hell expands The more souls, the more it grows I created my plan, I'm a kill the devil Friday evenin' Come back with all his horns
I killed the devil last night That's right, I shot 'em dead One in his head, one in his heart I tore his fuckin' horns apart I killed the devil last night
us, trying to warn us We play the corners [Killah Priest] I visit monasteries Where dons were buried Approached the bench with teary eyes Tryin to con the jury Christ
head for Cape Horn and then pull her about for we're bound for the Rio Grande. And away, Rio! High away, Rio! We'll head for Cape Horn and then pull her
and you spell.....Satan Once again, up to old tricks Kids on his line cause he promised mad gifts The same thing he did when he went to Jesus Christ
self-destruction A sip from the Devils wine An eager wish to recieve and to enter. The punishment, the reward! The splendor of the horns That rape
my blood... Satan This is my mind... Satan This is my corpse... Satan I'll recrucify the Nazareth slut For your coming I'll erase the existence of Christ
was a man And we're bound for South Australia As we warped around the cape Horn Heave away, haul away Oh you wish to Christ you never was born
horns) And I must hide the (horns) I live with the (horns) So I die with the (horns) If you fuck with the (horns) Then you get the (horns) So if you want the (horns
: Born in secretion Goat horns impale the Lambs of God Tearing open the sacred womb War against the alien faith Black metal kommando, burn down the
Whip your christian flesh Our heathen steel will break your bones And leave you lying dead in the snow Warlike songs to celebrate the horns Are sung