Panzergod

So many names have been given to meFor what the humans fear is versatileI was born under the yoke of EvilAn armoured fist of SatanYes, fear me in the howls of wolvesFear me in the pale moon itselfWhere my presence is nearYour soul will coil with ulcersLike a cancer of hate and EvilI will reach for the universeInfecting every church with darknessCeremony echoes to meIn my devotion I am His weaponPointed at your feeblenessThroats I slit and drink the bloodFrom a chalice made of a skullBeat the drums of a satanic marchWith the human bonesLet be heard even in the windSatan is too strongYou will stand but a little chanceFace the death eternalSpilling blood of the holy martyrsGlory of the sacred warIn my devotion I am his prophetSlashing curses on the skinTaste the poetry of my tormented skinIt's the last thing you'll know