Night Fighter - Beerhammer

We have awaited the set of the sun
The black wine is flowing, the ritual's begun
Starless the night sky is calling my name
My thirst for debauchery staking its claim
Making my trade at the altar of sin
Hunting the void for the treasures within
Blasphemous chanting, sacraments depraved
Inverted 6 (6..6…) percent I crave

Beerhammer!
No glamour, Beerhammer!

Explosions of hellfire and nuclear might
Posers are crushed with sardonic delight
Possessed by the aural demonic attack
Fueled by the amber, brown, ruby and black
Blood lust the blood rushes stretching the skin
Praising the succubi drawing us in
Antichrist brew drains and all senses dull
The force of the beerhammer crushes my skull

Beerhammer!
No glamour, Beerhammer!

The night's savage rituals all draw to a close
The campaign is afoot, God's throne to depose
Hell Thrashing vandals, the city we blight
Debauchery screaming and plaguing the night
Trashing the enemies of Satan's reign
(We are) desensitized to both pleasure and pain
The last acts of violence and lust are as one
Fall back to our lair with the rise of the sun

Beerhammer!
No glamour, Beerhammer