Lord Lucifer, I call Your unholy name
On this night, this night of Samhain
Prince of Darkness, Angel of Light,
All knees shall storm the gates of god’s place
We will spit on the bastard son’s face
No longer servants of Christ’s fucking lies
No one will weep when the useless one dies

On this blackest autumn night we shall
Rise and lead the armies up from Hell

Purified in the unholy flame
On this night, this night of Samhain
I cast down the robes of the light
And take up the black cloak of might
Storming the gates with Hell’s sword in my hand
Jehovah destroyed by the words of a man
No longer slaves of two thousand year’s lies
No one will care when the useless one dies

On this blackest autumn night we shall
Rise and lead the armies up from Hell