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Priesthood of darkness, messengers of disbelief Fanatics of obscurantism Besieged, the strongest spirit will fall In the black chapel In front of the hate church altar The infernal office has just begun The mass of evil is said Going into the pulpit of anger to proclaim the extremist prophecy In a grave, booming voice announcing the burial of you all men Bitter and cold as death, the taste of integrity Frightening the believers like pest The Unholy Father blessed me for my offences By my works of destruction I'll be given salvation By my works of conspiracy you'll offer me a Throne The Sect is growing everyday Step by step adepts are converted and enslaved The legions have to get powerful For paradise to payback the ransom of abducted angels We shall prevail above you all weak Bend your spine in front of The HATECHURCH ALTAR PROPAGANDA Aus Songtexte Mania