This

time

it's

war

Ghouls

at-

tack

the

church

Crush

the

tri-

ni-

ty

dead

They'll

try

to

board

the

win

-

dows

But

there's

too

much

glass

and

gold

To hell

you've

sold

your

souls

for

se-

ven

sil-

ver

co-

ins

And

eve-

ry

child

you've

de-

filed

Re-

li-

gion

hangs

And

we

are

the

tiers

of

the

noose

This

blacke-

ned

bearer

of

truth

On-

ward

we

fight

Yank

the

dea-

dened

Christ

-

pig

right

of

that

cross

Stab

in

him

in

side

a-

gain

its

none

of

our

loss

This

time

no

more

feeble

minds

will

not

be

hyp-

no-

tized

by

their

di-

sease

Be-

hold

in-

fi-

nite

brin-

gers

of

the

night

Black

flame

of

Sa-

tan

bur-

ning

foul

and

bright

We

kind-

red

brin-

gers

of

the

night

Your

blood

our

sweet

de-

light

Ye

un-

ho-

ly

fiends

from

depths

of

black

Turn

eve-

ry

fu-

cking

cross

you

see

to

hell

De-

fe-

cate

in

ho-

ly

wa

-

ters

In-

still

much

fear

and

poi-

son

eve-

ry

well

Un-

ho-

ly

fiends

dri-

ven

by

will

The

time

has

come

to

see

their

christ

is

killed

His

fab-

ri-

ca-

tions

mu-

ted

dead

and

gone

We'll

sing

this

song

fo-

re-

ver

or

un-

til

Le-

gion

six

hund-

red

six-

ty

six

No

e-

van

-

ge-

list

shall

stand

be-

fore

me

Bu-

ry

his

memo-

ry

in-

to

black

And

with

might

at-

tack

all

who

op-

pose

You

will

be-

hold

In-

fi-

nite

brin-

gers

of

the

night

Black

flame

of

Sa-

tan

bur-

ning

foul

and

bright

We

kind-

red

brin-

gers

of

the

night

Your

blood

our

sweet

de-

light