The Chosen Few

Hell covet's, this is it
A thousand amps told the end of riff
The sky, a coffin lid
All condemned beneath its shadow

The chosen few, the chosen knew
Spelled out in the stars, His prophecy
Raise your fists, now you exists
The bell of doom strikes the 13th hour

The time has come
All the chosen, time to put down your bongs
Take up a knife, end a life
Legalise drugs and murder

Satanas Luciferus, we pledge these souls to you
Now Satan's slaves, your lives are saved
Die now in the shadow of the pentagram

The chosen few

The chosen few

The chosen few, look up into the sky
The chosen few, waiting for the sign
The chosen few, still children of the grave
Satan's slaves

The chosen few, look up into the sky
The chosen few, waiting for the sign
The chosen few, still children of the grave
Satan's slaves

The chosen few, look up into the sky
The chosen few, waiting for the sign
The chosen few, still children of the grave
Satan's slaves

The chosen few, look up into the sky
The chosen few, waiting for the sign
The chosen few, still children of the grave
Satan's slaves

Satan's slaves
Satan's slaves
Satan's slaves!