Luyện nghe bài hát Benedictine Convulsions

An disembowelment...
The is blinded, such is fate;
Abomination to the eyes...
For the righteous, a of faith.

"We thank lord, for this tribulation,
We sing thy praises end;
No matter how the oppressor,
We not fail thee, though we pray for
Strength."

in the web of the unjesus,
The once-sacrosanct is
Besieged,
the braying of the
Nightgoat,
Benedictine convulse.

visions flay their souls
As their contort and writhe...
nocturnum haunts them,
From torment springs its delight.

Impaled on one of its legs,
A bug-eyed Mary on in horror
As her only son is to bits
By spiderchrist... She is flecked gore.

Caprine morturion leads the
Of departed brethren
In the catacombs;
When gargoyles blood,
The defunct ascend
To rend the mortal
Of the brothers of the word,
And make of their guts.

who are left,
Of god
Run amongst
by threads.

Crosses
And blooshed
For those who favour
From saviour.

"I am messiah"
The grand
To things,
Revelation.