Countess Torch The House Of God

The house of god is a vile site

The sheep who follow him there gather

To bow before him and writhe in obeisance

To crumble before their would-be father



The house of god is a disgusting mental brothel

It must be devoured by the flames of Hell

Crush the hold of monotheism once and for all

Let none of its slaves be allowed to live to tell



Beneath the cold moon Evils warriors ride

Carrying swords, torches blazing in the night

Hearts filled with hatred of all that is holy

Before long the house of god will be set alight



Wolves are howling and rain is falling down

A black storm bellows its symphony of gloom

Wakened by this threat the virtuous know fear

Tonight the slaves of god meet their doom



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Torch the house of god

Burn it down to the ground



The minions of god try to defend his house

But against the steel of evil they cannot fight

And the torches of evil do their wicked duty

The house of god burns to embers this night



On the ashes of the one gods whorehouse

Temples of sin will arise all over the earth

Where heathen rites dormant for aeons

Shall enjoy a glorious rebirth



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