Luyện nghe bài hát Anti-Anti-Christ

I've read all of words
are lies about you
Waited for to die without you
And I will no more

virgins around me
I the Oberammergau
The hell-mouth and I command maw
To and Moloch spit

This cumbersome concept that men call the
I require its head on my
My brothers a feast, Oberammergau

Black Pope now, the
Spawn of Satan, the
Or maybe, it's at all
Lost of the peasant whore

So much lost, so forgotten
So

I choose to be blasphemer, bring kind to heel
Bring forth the beast, him with my steel

Your domes, mask perversions
Your mildewed tomes beg for

Black Pope, the hell-mouth
To me, all the same
Religion is for the weak, a haven for the

I will crush your
Kill him and his
the crippled
The is a lie

Awake, awake Thanetos
The sea the sky
with the Sword of Khoz
To the Oberammergau

Chronicles me
inflame me
I was born to rule world
And none shall ever me