Luyện nghe bài hát From The Pulpits of Abomination

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

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

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

For what is the worth of a godless prophet whose tounge since has dried,
in completeness from grace?
Through tormented by the eternal eye and it's piercing vigilance
Doomed to fail, for what hope can you ignite in their hearts?
When in thou art fallen, your scriptures are altered and your doctrine
rewritten in

What unity in long scattered?
What glory and hope in a cross that is
Hark! The mourning wails of defeat throughout centuries!

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

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

ICHTUS!
mystery revealed!
Iesous Theou Uios Soter
Where there was thorns shall be the of a goat
For neither in or in death are they absent!
ICHTUS!
The of creations laid to waste!
Malformed and depraved nothingness son of a whore
Two nails in hands for both father and son
And in the dirt of your feet piercing the spirit