Luyện nghe bài hát Hysteron Proteron

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

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

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

I will 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 mission i hope you all burn in hell

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

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

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