When the sun has died
When the angels are blind
When the fog lies thick
over the palace of god
When the fullmoon lights the earth
When the the wolves gather in the open
When blood rains from heaven high
and from the pearly gates
When Jehova’s hordes are slaughtered
When disciples twelve are dead
When beliefs of easter lands
are raped and raped again
When the whore of babylon rides
When pity turns to hate
When all sons of satan
sodomise the lambs of Christ
When the gates have all been opened
When the funerals never end
When Satans power paint our hearts
and satisfies our souls
When witches burn the priests
When the ancient one returns
When the demons ride the nuns
with their horns of dark desire