Текст песни Panzergod

So many names have been given to me For what the humans fear is versatile I was born under the yoke of Evil An armoured fist of Satan Yes, fear me in the howls of wolves Fear me in the pale moon itself Where my presence is near Your soul will coil with ulcers Like a cancer of hate and Evil I will reach for the universe Infecting every church with darkness Ceremony echoes to me In my devotion I am His weapon Pointed at your feebleness Throats I slit and drink the blood From a chalice made of a skull Beat the drums of a satanic march With the human bones Let be heard even in the wind Satan is too strong You will stand but a little chance Face the death eternal Spilling blood of the holy martyrs Glory of the sacred war In my devotion I am his prophet Slashing curses on the skin Taste the poetry of my tormented skin It's the last thing you'll know