Satanic Surfers - Arthead Lyrics
Past tense iconslocked up in cagesA disgrace to us, (and) a vital sight of (impending) doomUpheld by insane aggressionNo tender repentance, (just) denial of uglinessWith the rain come their conquestBehold those who ride black windsSatan, the kings are heading homeNo harmony on the horizonwhen our haven burns silentlyAn image of absolute mutinyagainst those who pertain to the dearest hellMonotonous graveyard plains -The soul exileQuintessence of pain -a higher form of suffering!(Why should man be protected,what has he done to justify it?This is why we embrace animals;they represent the innocence man doesn't have)Monotonous graveyard plains -The soul exileQuintessence of pain -Satan, the kings are heading home