28 acessos
We proceed in the ways of Cain
In the way of luxury we meet Balaam
We've witnessed the rebellion of Core
We've feasted in the wonders of Tiro and Babilony
Free as the wind, that brings and takes
Oh Jazebel, how beautiful you are
Your eyes are like a serpent's, enchanting me
Upon you, I pour the semem of perversion
I am the church of Satan
Whose throne is surrounding by seventy seven thrones
Sitting on their thrones
They're dressed in purple and crimson
On their heads, crowns of gold and pearls
From the thrones come lightning, voices and thunder.