Pray poor miserable sheep, if God is your shepherd, then I am the wolf
Fear the raid of the horde, my hunger is endless in the middle of the herd
I can see so many horrible things
Committed by believers through the dark age of man
An era of war and bloodshed
Burn in the flames of the holocaust
Look at this sad old world
It seems that your God has left his dominion
I don’t want you to fear me
I want you to embrace me of your own volition
Hail to the Beast
I am the death knell
I am the end of days
Feed on dust and superstitions, prophecies I shall unveil
And then all light will end and the world will leave in the darkness
Since the dawn of time, you still learn the language, I write the bloody book
The air will be pestilence and our brethren, the night creatures will
Emerge and feed
Hail to the Beast
I am the death knell
I am the end of days
Pray poor miserable sheep
If God is your shepherd, then I am the wolf
Fear the raid of the horde
My hunger is endless in the middle of the herd
