Infernal Majesty - Hysterion Proteron


Purify the land of these catholic heathing whores sanctify their flehs into the holy ground
 Witch you will now a bleed upon your womb in which i spit into these flames of crackling fat for now
 You burn dog's 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 gallows hill

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

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

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

 Step by step tighten 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 religious relief
 Hanging in the tree swinging in the breeze

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

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

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