|
Fecal Parturition Lyrics
by Grand Belial's Key
The yeasty froth of her pussy lips
Covered the body of the Tenderhearted
Never could the six-point star be trusted
Damnable heresies survive the epoch
The moisture built up between her legs
Gave welcome to the Satanchrist
Like veins, the nest of life was cut
The rainbow never appeareth above the throne
Fecal parturition, fecal parturition
Who breathes these ritual flames
Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?
Will the angels ever pacify our violence?
Apostles squeal at the sight of the lance
Who breathes these ritual flames
Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?
Jesus combed his scarlet hair while
Cum dripped from his tortured asshole
He was then led into the common hall
But never didst the ninth hour arrive
Quench all the fiery darts of the wicked
“Hossana to the Son of David”, spoke pig
Who breathes these ritual flames
Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?
Fecal parturition, fecal parturition
Hossana to the Son of David”, spoke pig
|
CommentsNo one has commented yet. Be the first!
