Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens

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

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

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

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

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

Multiple orifices filled with
Suspended red menace to the core
they derobe
Acts of and perverse carnality

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