Panzergod

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 far in 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 the 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 soul

It´s the last thing you´ll know