Lycanthropy - f** Up christ lyrics

Wrapped up all their worthless minds Black rain sheeps are chilled to the marrow Their time to prostrate has come in the middle of field Burning churches & sweet screams Satans arrival Fastened corpses Sobbing snout of a holly one total devastation Blades & blood Gates of hell f** up christ Devastation f** the christ f** up christ f** the christ Drought and dead defender Sharp pain and last breath Close air and needles in legs Back of the head and some nails Final heart beat