by Nick Gisburne
To the tune of ‘Jingle Bells’
Slashing through the bone
To a slaughtered slice of brain
Awful screams and groans
Tortured cries of pain
Hell’s unholy wings
Satan’s wicked might
A swarm of dead and dying things
A slaying throng in flight
Wings of Hell, wings of Hell
Wings of fire and flame
Bodies burned and blazing bright
In a murdered martyr’s name, hey
Wings of Hell, wings of Hell
Wings of death depraved
Corpses torn and traumatised
In a blood-soaked open grave
A baying from below
Where mortals cannot hide
The doom of endless night
With evil at its side
The bile and blood they drank
Is warm with rancid rot
Each traitorous and twisted rank
Obeys the master’s plot
Repeat Chorus
His reign of blood will grow
The gore and carnage swell
As tainted rivers flow
A soiled and septic smell
More legions fill the sky
In a tiny church they pray
But Satan’s vengeance from on high
Will rip their souls away
Repeat Chorus
The Beast is crowned tonight
And from his bride a son
As Lucifer takes flight
His sins have just begun
This diabolic day
Each mortal mouth must feed
The demon spawn, with Satan’s prey
Defiles them with his seed
Repeat Chorus
