Luyện nghe bài hát From The Pulpits of Abomination

No less real than whose voices echoes through the starless abyss
No less cruel their nature, no less their intent
Of sinful seed, of womb, circling the five wings throughout eternities

And in a tomb beneath the of faith, as a crown lain at their feet
Behold the pillaged and impure of a god who failed
Guarded by the pillars to be moved by the Devil alone
For they are the stones of the of christ which He swallowed
and exhaled earth as his own!

ICHTUS!
gills art dried!
Iesous Christos Uios Soter
Where there was heart be vertebra
...For your have been led astray!
ICHTUS!
Quench thine thirst with my
Warm as love it rinse through the salt in your lungs
For the thirst of the desert strangles all
Tempted art thou and can resist Him...
None!

For what is the worth of a godless prophet tounge since long has dried,
in bereft from grace?
Through milleniums by the eternal eye and it's piercing vigilance
to fail, for what hope can you ignite in their forsaken hearts?
When in deluge art fallen, your scriptures are altered and your doctrine
in blood?

What unity in tribes scattered?
What glory and in a cross that is shattered?
Hark! The mourning of defeat echoes throughout centuries!

The horns of the baphomet in the of jesus thrice
An alligeance of flesh and steel, which titan altar we all kneel
Hark! The reversed words of from the pulpits of abomination!

See him now and reborn, the fallen messiah alight
At the burning crest of the spiral smiling in confusion
all ye faithful for no longer on his forehead a crown of thorns
In the shadow of the bloodstained cross has risen... with horns!

ICHTUS!
Iniquitys revealed!
Christos Theou Uios Soter
Where there was shall be the horns of a goat
For neither in life or in are they absent!
ICHTUS!
The of creations laid to waste!
Malformed and depraved limbless nothingness son of a
Two nails in hands for both father and son
And in the dirt of your feet the holy spirit