Sangtekst: Occult. Elegy For The Weak. Slaughtering The Pigs.

Enter the realm of the Messiah
Receive the revelation of hate
The coming apocalypse
We are here to celebrate
Return of Christ in the flesh
Blessed with apostles with lust
With drug inducted orgies
Obeying their prophet they must
Rebel priest for the outcasts
Sharing his beloved whores
While unfolding his vision
To prepare for the final war
Gathering arms in their compound
For their desert battalion
Rising from the Devil's hole
After the great conflagration

Creepy, crawling, through the night
Blades, are gleaming, in the light
Assassins, ready, to do his will
Devil Christ, commands to kill

Black-clad assassins arrive
To ignite the final war
"I am the Devil, come!!!"
To do the Devil's work
In a random massacre
Five are to be slaughtered
Hundred and two stabs
Corpses lie defiled
Merciless killing spree
Total fucking death
Blood smeared on the walls
Taste the victim's blood
And another two will die
Slashing carnage thrills
War carved in the corpse
Death to the fucking pigs

Creepy, crawling, through the night
Blades, are gleaming, in the light
Assassins, ready, to do his will
Devil Christ, commands to kill

Kill...Kill...Kill...Slaughtering the pigs

Kill...Kill...Kill...Slaughtering the pigs

Enter the realm of the Messiah
Receive the revelation of hate
The coming apocalypse
We are here to celebrate
Return of Christ in the flesh
Blessed with apostles with lust
With drug inducted orgies
Obeying their prophet they must
Rebel priest for the outcasts
Sharing his beloved whores
While unfolding his vision
To prepare for the final war
Gathering arms in their compound
For their desert battalion
Rising from the Devil's hole
After the great conflagration

Creepy, crawling, through the night
Blades, are gleaming, in the light
Assassins, ready, to do his will
Devil Christ, commands to kill

Kill
Kill
Kill
Slaughtering the pigs