Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens

Air is the leaves are dead
The is full, darkness enshrouds the light
Fire is ablaze, the ours are here
Streams run black, the drips blood

Fire ise ablaze, run black, sword drips blood
Witches, demons,
Lustful sluts with juiced up cunts, fucked
Drinking wine

orgastically in a form of possession
Draped in robes the juice of vein
The lies upon the ceremonial stone
soul hooked from the uterus

Swinging in the, leafless in pain
Masked supremacy, rises his chalice
The congregation, to case

her eyes open, her head is raised high
For all to see, celebrant in red
He plunges his jaws, in neck of
Her swinging remains, are from the tree

Multiple orifices filled with
Suspended red menace to the core
Congregants they
Acts of sodomy and perverse

Brought beyond this world, drinking poisoned
Their ghastly shrieks echo the forest
All in great homage, to their divine.