It’s raining tar
It’s raining dead birds
The last upright are gathered
Standing at attention
In black blood, knee deep
Their march was long
But it ends here
Tonight, the devil will take them
No false pride
No shame
Celebrate doom one last time
Celebrate death
One last dance in the steel storm
With
Satan, Satan
Satan calls
The infantry is dancing
Satan calls
The infantry is dancing
Satan calls
The infantry is dancing
The goat commands
The infantry is dead
A ridiculous God
The reason for war
Satan will head him
You will loose
But don’t worry
Your children will be like you
They will wage their own war
It’s funny but true
Again and again
It’s always the same
The same never-ending revenge
It’s raining tar
That buries the corpses in the trench
All that remains is
A disgusting stench
Tonight, the devil will take them
No false pride
No shame
Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan
Satan calls
The infantry is dead
