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 your womb in which i spit into these flames of fat for now
You burn dog's of satan's legions howling our spells departed spirits whaling at their call
Deacons fasting praying oh the end is very near their bodies blowing in the wind of gallows

I will return to feed your soul their reculent lives blessed death I will enthrall
Once thy moon is full your darling moppets will be mine spiders webs
While i watch you sleep at night shadows in the 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 on the floor the devil slowly sucking at your tet
The innocent of god's chosen to be saved the gathered masses starring anxiously
Disembodied voices echo into my mind hard the Harold angels sing in glee
I am of no witch no sundry acts to hell unlock the to the hill once more
For the cleansing of her to begin

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

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

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

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