Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens

Air is frozen the leaves are
The moon is full, darkness the light
is ablaze, the ancient ours are here
Streams run black, the sword blood

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

Dancing orgastically in a of possession
in robes drinking the juice of vein
The lies upon the ceremonial stone
Unfortunate hooked from the uterus

in the, leafless tree in pain
Masked supremacy, rises his high
The congregation, to case

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

orifices filled with phallus
Suspended red menace to the core
they derobe
Acts of sodomy and carnality

Brought beyond world, drinking poisoned wine
Their ghastly shrieks echo through the
All in great homage, to unholy divine.