Luyện nghe bài hát Hysteron Proteron

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

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

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

I will return to feed upon your soul their 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 night shadows in the forest the wing of a bat
My unearthly haunts you as the wind blows on your neck
Eternally undefiled in their mission i hope you all burn in hell

Step by step tighten the 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
in the tree swinging in the breeze

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

Rise and the decumbent rise the powers of satan embroil
Emetic submission of scruples of thought of time
Gluetenize on the goddess of themes sands of time in the fields of wheat the are sown
God's acre where the bread be crown fool's she sicken us all
Digest the remains like timber you
Emeses the devil and fill the of gold you thought you defeated the beast
To rise from the to kill again again again
Hysteron
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
Thou shall be dead the morning light