Baphomet's Blood Satanic Beerdrinkers
When the night come to the town
We rise to the utter of hell
Fighting, drinking over the streets
Filthy posers will raised to the ground.
Metal forces with chains and spikes
Black leather, triumph are coming
Blood and steel is our command,
We are f..cking....
SATANIC BEERDRINKERS!
Beer, vomit and scream of agony
Is our battle hymn
Worship the lord with power and hate
We are the new order of satan.