SLAYER LYRICS Haunting The Chapel (1984) 1. Chemical Warfare 2. Captor Of Sin 3. Haunting The Chapel 4. Aggressive Perfector 1. Chemical Warfare [Hanneman/King] Tragic minds are terrified Life as if a grave Silent death marks high and full The wings of revelation Haunting death from chemicals Errant is as one Annihilation must be swift The soil with our destruction Counts on the throne must be watching from Hell Waiting no bastion of side Soldiers defeated by death with the spell Bodies lie dormant, no life Rising, betook with the lands where they fell Demons are ready to die Laughing to see where the sleeping souls lie Chemical warfare I will miss your fucking peace, lined up in death row Generals with their slaughtered beasts, diminished from this hell Banished from the dying world, loath of Hell awaits Dark, some more helpless pray to immortality Counts on the throne must be watching from Hell Waiting no bastion of side Soldiers defeated with help from the spell Bodies lie dormant, no life Rising, these souls, from the lands where they fell Demons are ready to die Laughing to see where the sleeping souls lie Chemical warfare (Fuck it up) Limbs you take The torture just as truth entitled fights Terminate Humans' amputations due Men fall Deadly give the reason to the need Sacrifice Still the soul has left the corpse to Hell (Ahahahaha) Mummied by regions, lying in dusk, fall victim to this game Bloodshed my corpse, reigning in lust, taking with all thee of blame Fall stead thy spirit, farther they fall, soon they will join us in Hell See the blood burning, the gates are ablaze, Satan is eager to burn Counts on the throne must be watching from Hell Waiting no bastion of side Soldiers defeated with help from the spell Bodies lie dormant, no life Rising, these souls, with the lands where they fell Demons are ready to die Laughing to see where the sleeping souls lie Chemical warfare Warfare 2. Captor Of Sin [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 3. Haunting The Chapel [Hanneman/King] The holy cross Symbol of life Anticipate the lives of Christians born Speak of death The words of hate Anticipate the rules among the dead Hell has seen Priests condemned To bring forth the lord of the cross Strike twelve Raise the dead The chapel comes under attack The ghosts of dead Torment the priest Their altar will soon be destroyed Heaven's mass Turning black The church will belong to the dead Blackened magic And thus we're lost Lucifer will supreme The crystal ball Children of faith Their lasting eternal scream Those who never make the people scream Have no task for all of time Satan's form of soldiers stand in lust Destruction charged upon the cross Attacking there's seven ways to go Tormenting the priest, hell to the cross Haunting the chapel has to prevail Death will come to the house of God that failed 4. Aggressive Perfector [bonus] Follow me, I'll lead the way; your fears will soon overtake Hide your infinite tears inside, it seeks your smallest break Screaming as if nothing helps, you press on to survive Playing out the fantasies of a force that keeps you alive He'll have you down on your knees You play his fatal game He'll satisfy your every need You'll never be the same Take my hand, I'll show you how; You've just one life to live The road you're on goes straight to hell; Your life is yours to give His fantasies of all of you are much too great to see This world your living is so unreal, perfected just for me He'll have you down on your knees You play his fatal game He'll satisfy your every need You'll never be the same Tom Araya - Bass, Vocals Jeff Hanneman - Lead Guitars Kerry King - Lead Guitars Dave Lombardo - Drums