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Come on!

Hail to the cheif, lift up your arms.

Satan will guide us trough, trough the misty fog.

Yeah!

Come on!

I hold my sword high, I slit my enemies wrist,

I'll cut your fucking head off and fuck your brains.

And when the fog has risen, I stand on the bloody battlefield

I held my enemies head, and kick it like football.

Satans empire arriving, I stand up above the sky

then down, down below, waiting for me

Come on!

I walk on the desolate land, a soil so barren and cold

Floating above the sky, my enemies ghosts so high

I hold my sword high and lick the blood from it now

Yeah I killed them all so why should I care about you?

Come on!

Satans Empire Arriving at Desolate Earth

Satans Empire Arriving at Desolate Earth

Satans Empire Arriving at Desolate Earth

Satans Empire Arriving at Desolate Earth