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 bleed upon your womb in which i spit into flames of crackling fat for now
You burn dog's of satan's legions howling our satanic spells departed spirits whaling at their
Deacons praying oh the end is very near their bodies blowing in the wind of gallows hill

I will return to feed upon your soul their reculent lives death I will enthrall
Once thy is full your darling 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 haunts you as the wind blows on your neck
Eternally undefiled in their mission i hope you all burn in hell

Kicking shriecking convulsing on the floor the devil slowly at your tet
The innocent blood of god's chosen to be the gathered masses starring anxiously
voices 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 soul to

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 wing of a bat
My unearthly presents haunts you as the wind on your neck
condemned 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 not see the light of day golden waste runs from her feet feel the religious relief
Hanging in the swinging in the breeze

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

Rise decry and the decumbent the powers of satan embroil
submission of scruples of thought sands of time
Gluetenize on the goddess of 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 timber you fall
Emeses the devil and the streets of gold you thought you defeated the beast
To rise the ashes to kill again 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 before the morning