Fecal Parturition Lyrics
Covered the body of the TenderheartedNever could the six-point star be trustedDamnable heresies survive the epochThe moisture built up between her legsGave welcome to the SatanchristLike veins, the nest of life was cutThe rainbow never appeareth above the throneFecal parturition, fecal parturitionWho breathes these ritual flamesCoughed up by the lungs of treachery?Will the angels ever pacify our violence?Apostles squeal at the sight of the lanceWho breathes these ritual flamesCoughed up by the lungs of treachery?Jesus combed his scarlet hair whileCum dripped from his tortured assholeHe was then led into the common hallBut never didst the ninth hour arriveQuench all the fiery darts of the wicked“Hossana to the Son of Davidâ€, spoke pigWho breathes these ritual flamesCoughed up by the lungs of treachery?Fecal parturition, fecal parturitionHossana to the Son of Davidâ€, spoke pig
Grand Belial's Key Fecal Parturition
