Luyện nghe bài hát Benedictine Convulsions

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

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

in the web of the unjesus,
The abbey is
Besieged,
the braying of the
Nightgoat,
Benedictine convulse.

Infernal flay their souls
As their bodies and writhe...
Capricornus haunts them,
From their torment its delight.

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

morturion leads the bones
Of departed brethren
In the catacombs;
When gargoyles blood,
The will ascend
To the mortal flesh
Of the of the good word,
And make victims of guts.

who are left,
Of god
Run heads
by threads.

Crosses
And blooshed
For those who sought
From saviour.

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