Hysteron Proteron - Infernal Majesty

Purify the land of these catholic heathing whores

Sanctify their flesh into the holy ground

Witch you will not bleed upon your womb in which I spit

Into these flames of crackling fat

For now you burn

Dogs of satan’s legions howling out 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 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 th wing beats of a bat

My unearthly presnts 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 sucking at your tit

The innocent blood of god’s chosen to be saved

The gathered masses starring anxiously

Disembodied voices echo bliss into my mind

Hark 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 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

Gluetinize on the godless of themes

Sands of time

In the fields of wheat the departed are sown

God’s acre where the bread be grown

Succulent fools she’ll 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 feculent 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