Altar

In The Name Of The Father - 1999

Walhalla Express

You seal has not been broken
with 40% you're filled
I smell you from a distance
You are perfectly grilled
I see you turn before me
Your flesh is getting wet
Sixthousend watts of power
are exploding my head Please get in line
You are my friends
My chosen ones
Four passengers

On the walhalla express
you'll guide me till I'm dead
On the walhalla express
my one way ticket to death

Spirits run in my blood
The ultimate enlightment
I rip the flesh from your bones
and shiver from excitement
I cum all over your face
Then take you from behind
Reign in Blood from Slayer
is blasting through my mind