Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before and fridges
The six digits religion
Might sacrifice pigeon's
Was by ancient midgets
My kamikaze
Listening to Ozzy over Rock's chords
Doing quasi religious
I see with the
Curse you paralysis
Drinking blood the chalice with Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the that got spilt
Fuck shall not kill, do what thou wilt!
Skeeming on Rosemary's in witches shrine
My leave you shocked like Polanksky in 69
you to hallucogenic narcotics
Bathing you with rocking psychodelic bell bottoms
in effect
Banging like Yuri Yella
Then I'll the ends
And you in the neck
67 wounds in the lubyankas
Allows you to sip droplets from the of Pompous conquerers

Javel and
Author of
with big breasts
Soldiers of morbid
incest
Bring me the goat, woman on dope
the pope
Hang the rope
And in the throat
I'll spill your blood in the of Satan
And capture soul
Author of sacrifice, you'll survive the your skull
The within the code
Authors of
in my chapel of goons
My collection of and tools
And used for ritualistic and sadistic
Cermonial
Serpin the ancient
But Zeus possesses his
in the monastary
She used the crucifix to pop a
priest, flirt with the deceased
The mass is achieved
figures joyfully dance with the beast
Hunger for human flesh, is sex to cannibal's
Head of the jackal, six hand is complete

20 in the womb melt
Get those with the black
Kidnapping wife
Tape depositories in plastic
Candle ariolas
Cold as a
from a casket
Human gets scorned into ashes
Pray to Satan Jimmy Page
a stage of blood
Covered the
Bloods led by Miss Glutz gloves
The yalo drive, up in the hills
of pills
Triple six engraved in your fucking
real wifey
Made eat the whole
a ghost state
Puncture your with chunks of Colgate
the craig
And cutting his thoughts in the day
The of hate
I'm to keep my nurses okay
the vague
Kevorkian, but the?
pussies
The
Molest remains
I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, a stain of crimson
Original,
Goons, we move the system

Enter the master
Evil emperor of my
Will anoint the
And heads
And a chant
I baptism
satanic mechanisms
Each exorcism, reads the deep flesh
My system of
Features bitches in
I should my pretty
Before are visciously murked
We note the impregnated, the average slut
the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from cups
Hide the leader of
Along with evil
Puking down your throat, because your soul cleansing
Blood painted
Engulfed by
Charcoal chunks of
We on monkey brains
Calmly down your spine
Now chugging blood of wine
and suffocate what's wine
The suffering is divine
While needles get stuck up in your arm
Sacrificial animals get from the far