Burn, Satan, burn,
Burn, Satan, burn.

Separation's coming: the sheep from the goats,
There are only two sides,
No in-betweener's hope.

For all our friends that you've got hold; they don't know you've made them slaves,
For them I will not sin in ceasing to pray,
I'll be glad when your damned, time won't delay.

Burn, Satan, burn,
Burn, Satan, burn.

Separation's coming: the sheep from the goats,
There are only two sides,
No in-betweener's hope, no hope.

For now we...

For now we must deal with it, as it is unto this day,
We wrestle not against flesh and blood, so we'll be glad to say...

Burn, Satan, burn,
Burn, Satan, burn,
Burn, Satan, burn,
Burn, Satan, burn.