Testo di Oratory

Dying in their sleep We are proudly to be All the fire from hell Shining tonight Everlasting misguidance lecturing feculent worthless words Composing the classical canticles about slavery meaning freedom Slaves trying to release their pain in the defecated oratory Congregating to feel stronger about their clear weaknesses In the name of Satan I raise my voice To fight blindness and misery In the name of Satan I shall prevail For thou must fall and abate Stabbing the crucifix, draining the blood Lightning striking monastic mortals The religious mass has come to an end No more profanation about Satanism In the name of Satan I raise my voice To fight blindness and misery In the name of Satan I shall prevail For thou must fall and abate Stabbing the crucifix Lightning striking The religious masses No more profanation Small words, small minds Creating a blister of idiocy Maintaining their beliefs Enduring the abject cross Exhorting their deceptions Quandary secrecy, fools abound