church of satan

lui c bruno le soliste de groupe il é tré doué et tré dangeureux kan il prend l guitare entre c main, il é d'une mere francai$e et pére libané et il vie en france

lui c michael il joue au clavier, il est francais mais il habite au norvege a oslo, b1 je trouve pa koi dire sur lui ke il é magicien

elle c haifa notre chanteurse, elle a une voie trés belle avec aussi un look gothic incoparable, elle est une fille trés belle et surtout trés folle,

Savagery - as judgment days arrive
Long we have waited for this time
How many brothers fallen ?
How many kept alive as slaves for the wicked few ?
'Tis time for reparations
'Tis time to settle scores
This time we give no warning...this means war!

Savagery - 'tis now our spirit overflows
War - our minds are focused; we are one!
Hear now the winds of change
A force to obviate
All the enemies naked now
All the smoke gone and all their mirrors are broken
Lost - empires crumble; destiny
Behold! I crusader no retreat

Years of complacency on the part of the mob
Feeding on lies...so slothed, so full this is it
Restless...and tolerance nearing its peak
Woe to the next ones who push us to far

Our love is now replaced by war
Live cannot be spared, our victory at hand
And by my hand I slay the first
And the last will follow as we watch these wickeds bleed
No rest for the soldiers 'till the purge is done
No salvation until we drench this earth
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Where the slime live
(They are the lowest forms of life)
Where the slime breed
(They make a new one too corrupted)
When the wind blows
(The winds of truth are blowing now)
And the cradle falls....down

Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lines
Their poison lingers
What a tragedy when their fingers are removed

Where the slime live

Their burning dogma
Introducing to our mind - lies
They plot for the total control of the morals
And what a tragedy when the "god-heads" are removed.

They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see
They burn
I see the smoke of the funerals rising
God lives in thier heads now laid to rest

What a sight
As their kingdom comes tumbling down
We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone!

Long gone are the filthy liars
Long gone are their filthy lies
I know they'll come again some day
Where the slime live and how the slime gets washed away