Luyện nghe bài hát Hypostasis Of The Archons

You animators, charcoal burners,
moulders of wax, adherants to the

The Black pushes
Your- reflex
automatons
Of- the sham

You're planted in the of
Corporate Temple Messiah

the baby-crackers
and echoed off the
like Prometheans
stupid macrame crowns

Saran-wrapped neurotic SMI
the Vajra Hell
and the "goddess" back to a world
already drowning in Bohemian Oil

Draw the curtains of the Abyss
where and Father can't
keep up

They switched to
Our Fearless have
their bags for Babel

And that PR tower
they shine the beacon
upon the vampirized

Where corpse-fucker "artists"
their stupid props to attract the dim
to the dungheap
& now they all shit
down the throat of beloved Moloch

I've watched the minds of my generation
prostrate before the myth of
Evolution
like a bunch of fucking dressed-up
spreading "civilization" like its the

All of view
are points of
in the Market of the
Equipped with Grand Scale
offshore nations
offer you the best in False

A
is a to be mined
any other product
only, this one sells

Where Good is the of the Slave
and is the lash of the Overseer
The takes no heed
(but where is there a Master?)

Under eye of the Unholy See
you Obey Your Thirst like
tive dogs, desires "liberated",

Substitute Horizons,
Third population transfer, no need
Fetishized, Colonized,
Produce the new
download it to their

Triumphant
We'll your Holy Land
and give you virtual
Triumphant
Panoptical
human race

the Antagonist,
on the Throne of world
Who dares him
in the House of God?
These are
sucked dry by the
of cryptotheocratic nightmares

So who will the Temple?
NO ONE! NO ONE! NO ONE!
it down!