Luyện nghe bài hát Hysteron Proteron

Purify the land of these catholic heathing sanctify their flehs into the holy ground
Witch you will now a bleed upon womb in which i spit into these flames of crackling fat for now
You burn dog's of legions howling our satanic spells departed spirits whaling at their call
Deacons fasting praying oh the end is very near their bodies in the wind of gallows hill

I will return to feed upon your soul their reculent lives blessed I will enthrall
Once thy is full your darling moppets will be mine spiders spinning webs
While i watch you sleep at shadows in the forest the wing beats of a bat
My unearthly presents haunts you as the blows on your neck
condemned undefiled in their mission i hope you all burn in hell

Kicking shriecking convulsing on the floor the devil slowly at your tet
The innocent blood of god's to be saved the gathered masses starring anxiously
Disembodied voices echo bliss into my mind the Harold angels sing in glee
I am of no no sundry acts to hell unlock the door to the hill once more
For the cleansing of her soul to

I return to feed upon your soul their reculent lives blessed death I will enthrall
Once thy is full your darling moppets will be mine spiders spinning webs
While i watch you sleep at shadows in the forest the wing beats of a bat
My unearthly presents haunts you as the wind on your neck
Eternally condemned undefiled in their i hope you all burn in hell

Step by step tighten the noose around her neck snap the out of her
You will not see the light of day waste runs from her feet feel the religious relief
in the tree swinging in the breeze

Come with me don't be I'll take you to a place we have prepared
Hysteric thy tongue of man condemning flesh to rot by angelic fiction

Rise decry and the decumbent rise the powers of embroil
Emetic submission of scruples of thought of time
Gluetenize on the goddess of themes sands of in the fields of wheat the departed are sown
God's acre the bread be crown succulent fool's she sicken us all
Digest the remains like you fall
Emeses the devil and the streets of gold you thought you defeated the beast
To rise the ashes to kill again again again
Hysteron
I will return to upon your soul their reculent lives blessed death I will enthrall
thy moon is full your darling moppets will be mine spiders spinning webs
Thou be dead before the morning light