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Venom - In Nomine Satanas – The Neat Anthology - Chanting of the Priests (live)
In Nomine Satanas – The Neat Anthology
Disc 1
01. Welcome to Hell
02. Angel Dust
03. In League With Satan
04. In Nomine Satanas
05. One Thousand Days in Sodom
06. Bloodlust
07. Black Metal
08. Buried Alive
09. Countess Bathory
10. Teacher’s Pet
11. At War With Satan (intro)
12. Die Hard
13. Stand Up (and Be Counted)
14. Women, Leather and Hell
15. Warhead
16. Lady Lust
17. Woman
18. Manitou
19. Satanachist
20. Too Loud (for the Crowd)
21. Possessed
22. Nightmare
Disc 2
01. Sons of Satan (£50 demo recordings, Oct 1980)
02. Raise the Dead (Impulse studio demo, April 1980)
03. Red Light Fever (Impulse studio demo, April 1980)
04. Angel Dust (£50 demo recordings, Oct 1980)
05. F.O.A.D.
06. Chanting of the Priests (live)
07. Sadist (Mistress of the Whip)
08. Witching Hour (live)
09. Dead of Nite
10. Acid Queen
11. Bursting Out
12. Bitch Witch
13. 7 Gates of Hell
14. Dead on Arrival
15. Hounds of Hell
16. Schizo (live)
17. Leave Me in Hell
18. Senile Decay (outtake)
19. Snots Shit
20. Aaaaaarrghh
21. Venom
Watch out -
There's a cry from Atlantis
Takes the wind by surprise
Voices so demanding
Thunder swarms the skies
To the north of horizon
Over mountains at east
There's a call to the lost ones
From the elders deceased

We're chanting - They're chanting

It's in a tear - Outside a prayer
Without form it's haunting the air
It's in a kiss - within a bite
It brings the darkness into light

The chanting of the priests
The chanting of the priests

Watch out -
It's a song for Olympus
Cracks the morpheus dream
It oozes the ozone
Heavenly screaems
By the golden waterfall
Through the fog on the ice
There's a voice in the shell call
It's demanding precise

We're chanting - They're chanting
The chanting of the priests

Yells ascend into the sleeping
Screech the hawk relpies
Shudders pound the marching hearts
In reborn synchronize
Held in force the feeding prism
Triangle diaboli
Catalogues the souls inside
The city in the sea

Watch Out -
Where there's life without presence
There's a voice without sound
Deep inside you can't feel it
Yet it's all around
Through the eye of the pharoah
To the tombs in the sand
There's a force in the distance
Calls you to the sacred land

The chanting of the priests