Heathens - Bestial Warlust

Air is frozen the leaves are dead

The moon is full, darkness enshrouds the light

Fire is ablaze, the ancient ours are here

Streams run black, the sword drips blood

Fire ise ablaze, streams run black, sword drips blood

Witches, demons, s***s

Lustful s***s with juiced up cunts, getting fucked

Drinking poisoned wine

Dancing orgastically in a form of possession

Draped in robes drinking the juice of vein

The chalice lies upon the ceremonial stone

Unfortunate soul hooked from the uterus

Swinging in the, leafless tree in pain

Masked supremacy, rises his chalice high

The congregation, falls to case

With her eyes open, her head is raised high

For all to see, celebrant drowned in red

He plunges his jaws, in neck of whore

Her swinging remains, are ripped from the tree

Multiple orifices filled with phallus

Suspended red menace raped to the core

Congregants they derobe

Acts of sodomy and perverse carnality

Brought beyond this world, drinking poisoned wine

Their ghastly shrieks echo through the forest

All in great homage, to their unholy divine