Interpret:

Marduk

Album:

Blackcrowned

Praise hail Satan 


Our wrath is about to be unleashed 
Upon you - oh lord of goodness 
For so long we have waited and believe us 
The future will be a vast black memory on your grave 


Behold 
From our synagogue of Satan 
We say to you 
Black metal warriors of northern lands 
Lift your swords up high 
Let us praise 
The horned one 
The lord of the sulphur souls 


The city walls of Babylon 
Are now decorated with the bodies of your 
Weak followers 
Here they hang begging for our mercy 
With a symbol of your teachings 
We can't do nothing but hate 


Behold 
From our synagogue of Satan 
We say to you 
Do never lower your heads in awe 
For a god so good and mild 
Let us praise the one with black horns 


Woe 
Woe to you oh falling god 
See how we scorn your work and worshippers 
See how they hang in shameful nakedness 
On the bloodstained walls of Babylon 


The white sun bites us 
But why be afraid 
The bright morning star has turned black 
Your empire is ruined oh god of life and light 
And I am your Judas