Put Them to the Torch

Open up your veins in worship to chaos Let the blood flow in glorious red Set yourself on fire in the middle of a church Burn yourself and the temple for Satan Walk in the footsteps of madness Summoning the horde of the ancient darkness Let the oppressors know there will be no penance Our father Lucifer, poison their water Our lord Belial, bring upon them suffering Our guide Judas, show them betrayal Our sword Sathanus, bring the fires of hell Gouge out the eyes of the politicians For their lack of any sort of foresight Make their funeral pyre from Bibles And then throw them screaming into it Walk in the footsteps of madness Summoning the horde of the ancient darkness We will let the fathers of greed and lies Know painful howling death