Luyện nghe bài hát From The Pulpits of Abomination

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

And in a tomb beneath the pyramid of faith, as a crown lain at feet
the pillaged and impure 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 unto earth as his own!

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

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

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

The horns of the baphomet in the wounds of thrice
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 of the serpent's spiral smiling in confusion
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 Christos Theou Soter
Where there was thorns shall be the of a goat
For neither in life or in death are absent!
ICHTUS!
The greatest of laid to waste!
Malformed and depraved limbless son of a whore
Two nails in hands for both father and son
And in the dirt of your piercing the holy spirit