1. AWAKENING THE WARHORDE

Where were you in ‘92?
When thoughts became action
Christ was fought with fire
Where were you in ‘94?
Squealing like a pig
When they knocked at your door
Where were you in ‘96?
Entering a new scene
Unaffected by the past
Where were you in ‘98?
Living the lies
That we once used to hate

The millenniums should be ours
United militia beneath the surface
Ready to strike our feeble foes
With determination, force and wrath

Individual thoughts upon a strong foundation
Would secure the existence of a global (underground) movement
Where extremity and hate is the essence
Where all weak links are mercilessly removed

So, where were you in '92?
When thoughts became action
Christ was fought with fire
Where were you in '94?
Squealing like a pig
When they knocked at your door
Where were you in '96?
Entering a new scene
Unaffected by the past
Where were you in '98?
Living the lies
That we once used to hate


2. THE RITE OF SATAN

Black church
Satanic temple
Hooded priest
(with) Sacrificial dagger
Black candles
Upon the altar
Virgin rape
Black mass

The rite of Satan
The rite of Satan
The rite of Satan
The rite of Satan

Unholy prayer
Chanting coven
Infant meal
Animal torture
A pentagram
Carved in flesh
Opens the gates
(to the) Lord of Hell

The rite of Satan
The rite of Satan
The rite of Satan
The rite of Satan


3. LORD OF VICE

From the depths, you feel my touch
Look into my eyes
I am Pan, I am Satan
Lord of all vice, Antichrist

Know my mercy, hear my laugh
See your world, before the storm

I am Pan, I am Satan
Lord of all vice, Antichrist

Drink my blood, eat my flesh
Feel my pain, my little child
In the past, where heroes died
Before my throne, to await the day
Now your souls, belong to me
No time for sorrow, no place to flee

Give to me, the mark of fealty
Free to ravage, yours the choice

I am Pan, I am Satan
Lord of all vice, Antichrist
Antichrist, Antichrist


4. STORMING WITH VENGEANCE

We await the night in the shadows of (the) day
Waiting for the sign to rise upon the sky
Riding on out metalclad machines
Defend yourself, or you shall surely die
So grab your crosses as we run you over
Burn your towns and desecrate your kin
Hide your daughters, or they shall get it
Your god is fading in our pagan pride

Christianized by swords,
Dechristianized by machinegun fire
1000 years slumbering, for once again to rise
No compromise, now that our forces unite

Heaven sinks in their tears for the damned
The holy chose drowns in their pity for man
The trinity gasp for their final breath,
While mortals still (are) fighting like jackals ‘til death

White, Aryan soldiers
With black pounding hearts
Are storming with vengeance
Blood, fucking vengeance