This was a much better song when Metallica did it. Every piece of music here is just a shameless rip off of Metallica. Perhaps the only difference is in speed. That was Slayers entire spiel, that more is better. More speed, more loud, more Satan, more squealing guitar solos. Things like melody, composition, hooks or anything else do not seem to matter. It is metal-by-hyperbole. Extremism as self-indulgent, masturbatory flexing. Slayer is music for dumb people. It is music for replacing your carburetor at 2am while high on meth and Busch Lite.
"Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone"
None of the lyrics to this song make any sense. They are simply an attempt to sound scary and evil...without actually saying anything. It is poetry for puberty in a jean jacket. Juvenile angst without meaning nor message. Just a gaudy shit/fugk stack of tropes that appeal to beginner moustaches.
In later years Tom Araya, lyricist and vocalist, would admit to being a Catholic, and say that his songs were nothing but entertainment. Even he knew how fake and superficial this shit was. It was always just a marketing gimmick to profit from the underexploited demographic of bigots, rapists and addicts. It was a put on, and not only do people still take this garbage seriously, it inspired multiple subgenres of extreme metal that are all pointless, infantile nonsense.
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