Luyện nghe bài hát Foetus God

Foetus god descends in
a bastard for us to believe
blasphemy of gen
in sombre involution

Foetus god abortion of the
latent of wet, lewd womb
myth to blunt in mind
the vilest offence of five

miracles never to come
invalid of slave thought
the light its dawn can shed
is from burnt wisdom and greed

Thine is not the
no trace of I see
no to expect
a of claws upon your lips

As wit turns into effusions
we, snakes of Truth, ex and
gods in twisted images
astrally hunted in shadow and

Sweet shiftless godsend meat
I bet you to this psalm of me

Sweet holy shiftless godsend
I bet you to this psalm of me
by little, one by one
the thorns become the real

Thine is not the
no of strength I see
no Mercy to
a seed of claws your lips