Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens

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

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

orgastically in a form of possession
Draped in robes drinking the juice of
The chalice lies upon the stone
Unfortunate soul hooked from the

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

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

orifices filled with phallus
Suspended red menace raped to the
Congregants derobe
Acts of and perverse carnality

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