Luyện nghe bài hát From The Pulpits of Abomination

No less real than those whose voices echoes through the starless
No cruel their 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
Guarded by the giant to be moved by the Devil alone
For they are the stones of the throne of christ He swallowed
and unto earth as his own!

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

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

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

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

See him now possessed and reborn, the messiah alight
At the burning of the serpent's spiral smiling in confusion
Fear all ye faithful for no longer on his forehead a crown of
In the shadow of the cross Christ has risen... with horns!

ICHTUS!
Iniquitys revealed!
Iesous Christos Theou Uios
Where was thorns shall be the horns of a goat
For neither in or in death are they absent!
ICHTUS!
The greatest of creations to waste!
Malformed and depraved limbless nothingness son of a
Two nails in your hands for both and son
And in the dirt of feet piercing the holy spirit