Luyện nghe bài hát From The Pulpits of Abomination

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

And in a tomb beneath the pyramid of faith, as a crown lain at their
Behold the pillaged and impure remains of a god who
by the giant pillars to be moved by the Devil alone
For they are the stones of the throne of christ He swallowed
and exhaled unto as his own!

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

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

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

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

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

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