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 throughout

And in a tomb beneath the pyramid of faith, as a lain at their feet
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 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 shall be vertebra
...For your have been led astray!
ICHTUS!
Quench thirst with my urine
Warm as love it shall rinse through the salt in your
For the thirst of the strangles all senses
art thou and noone can resist Him...
None!

For what is the worth of a godless prophet whose since long has dried,
in completeness bereft from
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
glory and hope in a cross that is shattered?
Hark! The mourning wails of defeat throughout 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 words of Yahwe from the of abomination!

See him now and reborn, the fallen messiah 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 Uios
Where was thorns shall be the horns of a goat
For neither in life or in are they absent!
ICHTUS!
The greatest of laid to waste!
Malformed and depraved nothingness son of a whore
Two nails in your for both father and son
And in the dirt of your piercing the holy spirit