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 your womb 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 near their blowing in the wind of gallows hill

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

Kicking shriecking convulsing on the floor the devil slowly sucking at tet
The innocent blood of god's chosen to be saved the gathered masses anxiously
Disembodied voices echo bliss into my 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 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 your darling will be mine spiders spinning webs
i watch you sleep at night shadows in the forest the wing beats of a bat
My unearthly presents haunts you as the blows on your neck
Eternally undefiled in their mission i hope you all burn in hell

Step by step tighten the noose her neck snap the life out of her
You will not see the light of day golden waste runs her feet feel the religious 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 condemning flesh to rot by fiction

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