Infernal Majesty - Hysterion Proteron lyrics

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