Luyện nghe bài hát From The Pulpits of Abomination

No real than those whose voices echoes through the starless abyss
No less cruel nature, no less harmful their intent
Of sinful seed, of soiled womb, circling the five wings 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 giant pillars to be moved by the Devil
For are the stones of the throne of christ which He swallowed
and exhaled earth as his own!

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

For what is the worth of a godless whose tounge since long has dried,
in completeness from grace?
Through milleniums tormented by the eternal eye and it's vigilance
Doomed to fail, for 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 tribes long
What and hope in a cross that is shattered?
Hark! The mourning wails of defeat echoes centuries!

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

See him now and reborn, the fallen messiah alight
At the crest of the serpent's 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!
Iesous Christos Theou Uios
Where there was shall be the horns of a goat
For in life or in death are they absent!
ICHTUS!
The of creations laid to waste!
and depraved limbless nothingness son of a whore
Two nails in hands for both father and son
And in the of your feet piercing the holy spirit