| Violence is only a friend. |
Slayer, |
Expendable Youth |
| You were just a waste of sperm. |
Slayer, |
I Hate You |
| Forgotten children, confirm a new faith. |
Slayer, |
South Of Heaven |
| Drug abuse, self abuse, searching for the next high. Sounds alot like hell is spreading all the time. |
Slayer, |
Disciple |
| In Lord Satan we trust. |
Slayer, |
Show No Mercy |
| Learn the sacred words of praise, hail Satan. |
Slayer, |
Altar Of Sacrifice |
| Satan, our master in evil mayhem, guides us with every first step. Our axes are growing with power and fury, soon there will be nothingness left. |
Slayer, |
Evil Has No Boundaries |
| Stabbing and shooting and thrashing and smashing and burning and destroying and killing... |
Slayer, |
Praise Of Death |
| Kill the preacher's only son, watch the infant die, bodily dismemberment, drink the purest blood. |
Slayer, |
Kill Again |
| Torment the priest, their altar will soon be destroyed. Heaven's mass turning black, the church will belong to the dead. |
Slayer, |
Haunting The Chapel |
| Is death the final high? |
Slayer, |
Richard Hung Himself |
| What I want? I'm only after death. |
Slayer, |
Postmortem |
| Love is incest. |
Slayer, |
Abolish Government |
| Catheter in your brain, pissing your common sense away. |
Slayer, |
Payback |
| Death's an art. |
Slayer, |
Cleanse Your Soul |
| Anyone can be set free on a technicality. Explain the law to me again? |
Slayer, |
Dittohead |
| Die by my hand in pools of blood, clutch yourself as you fall. Mindless tyranny, forgotten victims, children slaughtered in vain, raping the maids... |
Slayer, |
Die By The Sword |
| You're nothing, an object of animation, a subjective mannequin, beaten into submission, raping again and again. |
Slayer, |
Sex Murder Art |
| Erotic sensations tingle my spine, a dead body lying next to mine. Smooth blue black lips, I start salivating while we kiss. |
Slayer, |
213 |
| I feel the urge, the growing need to fuck this sinful corpse. My task's complete, the bitch's soul lies raped in demonic lust. |
Slayer, |
Necrophiliac |
| High velocity bullet at close range can damage the mind. |
Slayer, |
Hallowed Point |
| No apparent motive, just kill and kill again. Survive my brutal thrashing, I'll hunt you 'til the end. |
Slayer, |
Kill Again |
| Now it's time to bury my face between your legs with my tongue in a special place. |
Slayer, |
I'm Gonna Be Your God |
| Maybe I'll find a Mad Mother on patrol. Hit her car, smash it up, pull her out, beat her up. |
Slayer, |
Drunk Drivers Against Mad Mothers |
| The urge to take my fist and violate every orifice. |
Slayer, |
Sex Murder Art |