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Under his dark wings

Bastards of the Abyss under the flag of Hell

for Chaos and Satanarchy

we rape your brain and fuck your mind

the masters of thermonuclear magic

with a trace of doom, we are the bestial ones

When that night rises

and the Darkmoon spread his black light

thus bestial warriors will come

proclamation of the horned one

by the sound of hell

Risen, an outbreak of evil

We are the unholy tongue of his majesty

Indomitable rebels of freedom

We don't give a fuck and we don't care who you are

We were, are and always will be

unique ones by the sound of hell

When that night rises

and the Darkmoon spread his black light

thus bestial warriors will come

proclamation of the horned one

by the sound of hell