Luyện nghe bài hát From The Pulpits of Abomination

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

And in a tomb the pyramid of faith, as a crown lain at their feet
Behold the and impure remains of a god who failed
Guarded by the giant pillars to be moved by the Devil
For are the stones of the throne of christ which He swallowed
and unto earth as his own!

ICHTUS!
gills art dried!
Iesous Theou Uios Soter
Where there was heart be vertebra
...For your children have led astray!
ICHTUS!
Quench thirst with my urine
Warm as love it shall rinse through the salt in your
For the of the desert strangles all senses
Tempted art thou and noone can Him...
None!

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

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

The of the baphomet in the wounds of jesus 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 smiling in confusion
Fear all ye faithful for no longer on his a crown of thorns
In the shadow of the bloodstained cross has risen... with horns!

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