Tekster:
Bathory Jubileum Volume Iii

: Satan My Master I slit my wrists to drain me of my blood Satan My Master Up side down I turn the cross of God Satan My Master Recieve this sacrifice

: Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene. Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins. Preparations

: "Tendons and muscles of steel. And the blaze of lightning in its eyes. White as the snow on the hills. And its reins, that I hold, they are mine.

: I drink the blood From cup of death I sip the milk from tied up Angels holy breasts I fuck the whore and eat her flesh And when the daylight comes

: Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls. Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man if you allow all shit that's happening

: Mechanised death, poisoned last breath In dust realised kill, what a thrill All hell ablaze the furnace gates Stands open wide for genocide Genocide

: "The one eyed old man told me that the face that I will see Has paralysed a thousand brave men sure of victory. I cannot fight blindfolded and I'd

: Ink the pen with blood Now sign your destiny to me Now in my hands your fate is given My claim thee to join me In death when the life you're living

Ink the pen with blood Now sign your destiny to me Now in my hands your fate is given My claim thee to join me In death when the life you're living