Satanic Propaganda

Guided by the voice of silence, I seek the chosen ones To fullfill the wishes of the master beneath Their souls are mine to keep sold for hopes and dreams Signing with their own blood I rule their destiny I offer immortality I offer power and- Influence on whatever their simple and primitive minds is able to come up with of stupid wishes and pathetic human materialistic requests As Satan's army increases, endless lines of lost souls, is waiting to march out of hell As the mighty demon hordes spread their wings and rise to the sky The seven gates of hell opens wide Sell your soul -to an evil cause