Lyrics Hysteron Proteron - Infernal Majesty

Hysteron Proteron

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