Satanic Propaganda

Guided by the voice of silence

I seek the chosen ones

To fullfill the wishes

Of the master beneath

Their souls are mine to keep

Sold for hopes and dreams

Signing with their own blood

I rule their destiny

I offer immortality

I offer power and-

Influence on whatever their simple

And primitive minds is able to come

Up with of

Stupid wishes and pathetic human

Materialistic requests

As Satan's army increases

Endless lines of lost souls

Is waiting to march out of hell

As the mighty demon hordes

Spread their wings

And rise to the sky

The seven gates of hell opens wide

Sell your soul

To an evil cause