Heathens Lyrics
The moon is full, darkness enshrouds the lightFire is ablaze, the ancient ours are hereStreams run black, the sword drips bloodFire ise ablaze, streams run black, sword drips bloodWitches, demons, slutsLustful sluts with juiced up cunts, getting fuckedDrinking poisoned wineDancing orgastically in a form of possessionDraped in robes drinking the juice of veinThe chalice lies upon the ceremonial stoneUnfortunate soul hooked from the uterusSwinging in the, leafless tree in painMasked supremacy, rises his chalice highThe congregation, falls to caseWith her eyes open, her head is raised highFor all to see, celebrant drowned in redHe plunges his jaws, in neck of whoreHer swinging remains, are ripped from the treeMultiple orifices filled with phallusSuspended red menace raped to the coreCongregants they derobeActs of sodomy and perverse carnalityBrought beyond this world, drinking poisoned wineTheir ghastly shrieks echo through the forestAll in great homage, to their unholy divine.
Bestial Warlust Heathens
