The Horrors of Satan - Denial of God

See our Faces when the Lightning strikes

A gruesome Nightmare coming real tonight

The living Dead shall stalk this cursed Place

Black Coffins open, Blood is what we crave

The Undead hunger for your Soul

Vampires thirsting for your Blood

Grey is the Skin, so are the Bones

Our Graves were the Soil and the Mud

We are the Horrors of Satan

The Children of the Mighty Undead

We are the Horrors of Satan

Bloodthirsty Ghouls that find no Rest

Lycanthropic Shadows howl their Warning

Bewitched Souls, Pentagrams are forming

Corpses march towards the Living they are forced

To once again find the Life they lost

Thin Arms of the Trees try to catch your Soul

They come alive as Crosses fall, their Touch is cold

Their Eyes are glowing bloody red in this Night

On Souls they feed, damned in Pain, a fearsome Sight

We are the Horrors of Satan

The Children of the Mighty Undead

We are the Horrors of Satan

Bloodthirsty Ghouls that find no Rest

Grey Ghosts rise, eight Feet tall

Voices sing from bottomless Wells

We will never find our Rest

We are forever damned to Hell

Witches ride their Broomsticks

Gathering Goats and Bats

Mixing poisonous Elixir

Turning all Living into Rats

The Orchestra of the Undead will play

Their vicious Parts for the Dark

A Homage paid to the Lord of this World

Enchanting Tunes as black as Tar

But… A Grave defiled shall be your Home

Now sleep forever, in Pain you will dwell

Your Soul is consumed as the Torture ends

But… the Horrors of Satan will rise again…

There can’t be no Rest…