Burning Churches Is the Most Fun You Can Have Without Taking Your Clothes Off Lyrics

Under the frozen moon we dance frivolously through the garden of death.
Raise our glass to the night, may our fires burn bright.
Lanterns tearing through the midnight fog.
We are chaos incarnate.
Our message is clear - In Christian hearts we’ll strike fear.
Unholy fiends draped in black.
We’re devout rulers of the darkness and we’re primed for attack.
May we break the shackles of their mindless oppression.
May we violently reject their putrid ideology.

This place of worship will be reduced to ash.
We will open the mouth of hell, its teeth incessantly gnash.
We will unfurl a demonic gospel, crushing those in our way.
Centuries of force-fed lies, we will make them pay!

Under the frozen moon we’ll leave our mark.
A night which they’ll never forget, it all starts with a spark.
Oh Lucifer, won’t you be my guide?
As you point towards the left-hand path, you’ll be by my side.
Oh Lucifer, take my hand.
Share with me your infinite wisdom and on this mortal plane I shall command.
The fire will act as a beacon of hatred.
These flames are for Satan, these flames are for freedom.

As the tower starts to burn, the night takes a drastic turn.
Instead of hatred in our hearts, we’re filled with joy – the dancing starts. We laugh, we love, we live.
The flames grow higher as we start to strip.
Frolicking around the graves, we’re carefree – no thoughts on our past mistakes.
Naked bodies intertwine, take a sip of this delicious wine.
Perhaps my life has been a lie? And I’ve wasted so much precious time. It doesn’t have to be all grim - Not filled with death, and drek, and hell, and sin.
In this moment to my surprise, I’ve finally realized…
I’m gay for Satan!
We’re all gay for Satan!