Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hysteron Proteron, artist - Infernal Majesty. Album song One Who Points To Death, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 28.02.2005
Record label: Black Lotus
Song language: English
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 |