The Chosen Few

Hell covet's, this is it A thousand amps told the end of riff The sky, a coffin lid All condemned beneath its shadow The chosen few, the chosen knew Spelled out in the stars, His prophecy Raise your fists, now you exists The bell of doom strikes the 13th hour The time has come All the chosen, time to put down your bongs Take up a knife, end a life Legalise drugs and murder Satanas Luciferus, we pledge these souls to you Now Satan's slaves, your lives are saved Die now in the shadow of the pentagram The chosen few The chosen few The chosen few, look up into the sky The chosen few, waiting for the sign The chosen few, still children of the grave Satan's slaves The chosen few, look up into the sky The chosen few, waiting for the sign The chosen few, still children of the grave Satan's slaves The chosen few, look up into the sky The chosen few, waiting for the sign The chosen few, still children of the grave Satan's slaves The chosen few, look up into the sky The chosen few, waiting for the sign The chosen few, still children of the grave Satan's slaves Satan's slaves Satan's slaves Satan's slaves!