Luyện nghe bài hát Anti-Anti-Christ

I've read all of these
are lies about you
Waited for worlds to die you
And I wait no more

Heaping around me
I the Oberammergau
The hell-mouth and I this maw
To split and spit

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

Black Pope now, the
Spawn of Satan, the
Or maybe, nothing at all
prophecy of the peasant whore

So much lost, so much
So

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

Your domes, mask perversions
Your tomes beg for inversion

Black Pope, the hell-mouth
To me, it's all the
is for the weak, a haven for the lame

I crush your anti-christ
Kill him and his
the crippled
The is a lie

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

Chronicles me
Chemicals me
I was born to rule world
And none shall tame me