Just like Black Sabbath, in the documentary “Metal” Tony Iommi notes that they had tons of crosses on their set and to this day you will still see Ozzy and the lot wear them on them for “protection”. Their managing company saw that their motif was picking up so they asked the band to vire towards a more satanic avenue.

Fuck that. Did you have it on tape? Was that tape confiscated by your parents when you were in the 5th grade? Where is that tape now? Do you have the ability to play a tape anymore were you to find it? This is what I want to know! (oh yeah, that’s what happened to my Slayer tapes along with shit like Guns N’ Roses etc. . .)

Raining Blood? (link to WorldNutDaily)

What with the glorious Christian crusade going on around the world, more particularly Iraq, it’s lyrics like these that cause me to wonder whether Slayer all along was actually a Christian band incognito:

Angel Of Death

Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The why that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle
You run
Stripped of
Your life’s worth
Human mice, for the Angel of Death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood

Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan race

Surgery, with no anesthesia
Fell the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death

Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
‘Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he’s creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid Angel of Death
Flying free

Judging by things, Slayer is the best thing the BattleCry generation of AmeriChrist has going for it.

The “Hessian” references on the NDoS website bother me, though.

National Day of Reason can fuck off. “Namby-pamby” doesn’t begin to describe how wet that idea is.

In reality, the real National Day of Prayer is as autonomous in celebration and purpose as Thanksgiving Day, except far fewer people celebrate it, and it’s not an official Federal holiday.