Luyện nghe bài hát Hysteron Proteron

Purify the land of these catholic whores 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 dog's of satan's legions howling our satanic spells departed spirits whaling at their call
Deacons fasting praying oh the end is very near their blowing in the wind of gallows hill

I will return to feed upon your soul their reculent lives blessed death I enthrall
Once thy moon is full your darling moppets will be mine spiders spinning
While i watch you sleep at night in the forest 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

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

I will return to feed your soul their reculent lives blessed death I will enthrall
Once thy moon is full 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 unearthly presents haunts you as the wind blows on neck
Eternally condemned undefiled in their mission i 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 golden waste runs from her feet feel the relief
Hanging in the tree in the breeze

Come with me be scared I'll take you to a place we have prepared
Hysteric fools thy tongue of man flesh to rot by angelic fiction

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