Luyện nghe bài hát From The Pulpits of Abomination

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

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 stones of the of christ which He swallowed
and exhaled earth as his own!

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

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

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

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

See him now possessed and reborn, the fallen messiah
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 cross Christ has risen... with horns!

ICHTUS!
Iniquitys revealed!
Iesous Theou 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!
and depraved limbless nothingness son of a whore
Two nails in your for both father and son
And in the dirt of your piercing the holy spirit