Praise hail Satan
Our wrath is about to be unleashed
Upon you - oh lord of goodness
For so long we have waited and believe us
The future will be a vast black memory on your grave
Behold
From our synagogue of Satan
We say to you
Black metal warriors of northern lands
Lift your swords up high
Let us praise
The horned one
The lord of the sulphur souls
The city walls of Babylon
Are now decorated with the bodies of your
Weak followers
Here they hang begging for our mercy
With a symbol of your teachings
We can't do nothing but hate
Behold
From our synagogue of Satan
We say to you
Do never lower your heads in awe
For a god so good and mild
Let us praise the one with black horns
Woe
Woe to you oh falling god
See how we scorn your work and worshippers
See how they hang in shameful nakedness
On the bloodstained walls of Babylon
The white sun b***s us
But why be afraid
The bright morning star has turned black
Your empire is ruined oh god of life and light
And I am your Judas
3. From Subterranean Throne Profound
A look on the crucified one
Gives us strength in soul and mind
This moment breeds hate undivine
So look, oh sinner, and be satisfied
Only for our guilt he sacrificed his weak life
Sure as the night will come
He hanged on the cursed tree
He who sacrificed his holy life
He who was sent to bear our guilt
For god the almighty
No agony, no tears, only the blood
Can bring reconsolidation
Therefore our blood floats in swift streams
From veins open wide
We mock and crush with delight
All what your holy trinity represents
Once fallen from halls up high
But now descending from the depths of the earth
From subterranean throne profound
My fathers kingdom
The light can's save me
For too long the intensity of darkness burned
By burial this night my journey has begun
Tonight I'll reach my fathers kingdom
Our wrath is about to be unleashed
Upon you - oh lord of goodness
For so long we have waited and believe us
The future will be a vast black memory on your grave
Behold
From our synagogue of Satan
We say to you
Black metal warriors of northern lands
Lift your swords up high
Let us praise
The horned one
The lord of the sulphur souls
The city walls of Babylon
Are now decorated with the bodies of your
Weak followers
Here they hang begging for our mercy
With a symbol of your teachings
We can't do nothing but hate
Behold
From our synagogue of Satan
We say to you
Do never lower your heads in awe
For a god so good and mild
Let us praise the one with black horns
Woe
Woe to you oh falling god
See how we scorn your work and worshippers
See how they hang in shameful nakedness
On the bloodstained walls of Babylon
The white sun b***s us
But why be afraid
The bright morning star has turned black
Your empire is ruined oh god of life and light
And I am your Judas
3. From Subterranean Throne Profound
A look on the crucified one
Gives us strength in soul and mind
This moment breeds hate undivine
So look, oh sinner, and be satisfied
Only for our guilt he sacrificed his weak life
Sure as the night will come
He hanged on the cursed tree
He who sacrificed his holy life
He who was sent to bear our guilt
For god the almighty
No agony, no tears, only the blood
Can bring reconsolidation
Therefore our blood floats in swift streams
From veins open wide
We mock and crush with delight
All what your holy trinity represents
Once fallen from halls up high
But now descending from the depths of the earth
From subterranean throne profound
My fathers kingdom
The light can's save me
For too long the intensity of darkness burned
By burial this night my journey has begun
Tonight I'll reach my fathers kingdom