Drums out of the darkness, listen well. Drums beating like thunder straight from Hell. Trumpets are blaring, the time’s come ‘round – Satan is here to claim His ground!
Drums out of the darkness, listen well. Drums beating like thunder straight from Hell. Trumpets are blaring, the time’s come ‘round – Satan is here to claim His ground!
Chorus;
There’s an earth that’s green, there’s an earth that’s free, There’s a place for you and a place for me. But the bleeding hearts wouldn’t let it be, We don’t need them any more!
Let the lions and tigers rip them up. The arena shouts for Christian blood. Let them chew them up and spit them out We don’t need them any more!
Once, there was a need for simple minds. Once, there was a need to save men’s souls. Fools had to be forced to stay in line, Preachers and bibles could serve those goals
Chorus: With their holy writ and their card’nal sin They could force their paper demjns in To a cardboard prison, a paper cell They can’t do that any more!
Furies from Hell are diving down! “Lex Talionis” is their cry! Even though tricksters made the iaw, Justice is served by fang and claw!
Chorus:
With their beaks of steel, see them slash askew Righteos Christian, Buddhist, Moslem, Jew; They’ve become a plague, so let’s start a new - We don’t need them anymore!
Drums out of darkness, listen well. Drums beating like thunder, straight from Hell. “Rege Satanas!” – the time’s come ground Satan is here to claim His ground!
Final Chorus:
With our morning star from the deepest night
Smash the crumbling cross, for Might is Right.
Let the shuffling zombies grope for light -
And we’ll reign forevermore!
Words & Music by Anton Szandor LaVey
October 18–19, 1988
ГИМН САТАНИНСКОЙ ИМПЕРИИ ИЛИ БОЕВОЙ ГИМН АПОКАЛИПСИСА
Барабаны бьют во тьме ночной Словно из Ада их звук громовой Трубы зовут, время пришло Сатана идет, чтобы взять свое
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