Luyện nghe bài hát Hysteron Proteron

Purify the land of these catholic heathing whores sanctify flehs into the holy ground
Witch you will now a upon 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 bodies blowing in the wind of hill

I will return to feed 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 at night shadows in the forest the wing beats of a bat
My unearthly presents haunts you as the wind blows on your
Eternally condemned undefiled in their i hope you all burn 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 voices echo bliss into my mind hard the Harold 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 soul to

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

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 relief
Hanging in the swinging in the breeze

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

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