Purify the land of these catholic heathing who*es
Sanctify their flesh 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 feculent lives blessed d**h 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 shrieking convulsing on the floor
The devil slowly s**ing at your tet
The innocent blood of God's chosen to be saved
The gathered ma**es 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 feculent lives blessed d**h 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 k** again, again, again
Hysteron proteron
I will return to feed upon your soul
Their feculent lives blessed d**h 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