Luyện nghe bài hát Benedictine Convulsions

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

"We thee lord, for this tribulation,
We thy praises without end;
No how rabid the oppressor,
We shall not thee, though we pray for
Strength."

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

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

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

morturion leads the bones
Of their departed
In the catacombs;
When vomit blood,
The defunct will
To rend the flesh
Of the of the good 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 delusion
To things,
Revelation.