SLAYER - 1984 - "Haunting The Chapel"

(Hanneman/King)



Halls of Hell spread its wings as I penetrate your soul

Feel the fire shift through your body as I slip into your throne

Cast aside, do as you will, I care not how you feel

Satan's job, I snatch you up, force of my demon's seal



Hot winds of Hell

Burns, in my wake

Death is what you pray,

Behold, captor of sin



As fit of slaves, my manipulation, captive of my vice

Abandon God, thy helpless ones, to relieve you of your plight

Subversive action will not help, it will strengthen me

I see they're glad your every move, death your final plea



Hot winds of Hell

Burns, in my wake

Death is what you pray,

Behold, captor of sin



Your skin turns to never

I ignite your timid blood

You feel my lethal touch

As I grasp your will and soul

I'll take you down into the fire



Halls of Hell spread its wings as I penetrate your soul

Feel the fire shift through your body as I slip into your throne

Cast aside, do as you will, I care not how you feel

Satan's job, I snatch you up, force of my demon's seal



Hot winds of Hell

Burns, in my wake

Death is what you pray,

Behold, captor of sin