Текст песни Christian Warmachine - Satanic Storm

Time has come, shrieking horn
Would you die under the scull throne?

Raise your wounded hands to the old gods
Target your pray to heretic lies
Howl to nameless force which order holds
Take silver nails – crucify
Fanaticism has made us brothers
It isn’t important, who are you
Be one piece of religious warmachine
Which hate and love another (ones)
We and prayers and believers
Tormentors-priests, suicide martyrs
Chaotic army with different weapons
All we have – for dethrone HIM

Faith is your spiritual ward against satanic storm
That can’t be broken
Diabolic beast with ten crowns upon ten horns
Has come to enslave us
It surrounds this world like deep space’s cold
With tentacles from hell
Take your shield and sword if you didn’t sold
The way to life

Throw your icons, crosses out now
This time is not for silent cry
With guns, axes, machineguns and bows
We will come and make HIM die
Crucify the whore of Babylon
Burn in fire all satanic priests
And when we will be winners alone
We will crush each other
We are zealots and fanatics
Soul wounded dead priests, death crowned martyrs
Chaotic army with different weapons
All we have – for dethrone HIM

Faith is your spiritual ward against satanic storm
That can’t be broken
Diabolic beast with ten crowns upon ten horns
Has come to enslave us
It surrounds this world like deep space’s cold
With tentacles from hell
Take your shield and sword if you didn’t sold
The way to life