Heathens 歌词

Air is frozen the leaves are dead The moon is full, darkness enshrouds the light Fire is ablaze, the ancient ours are here Streams run black, the sword drips blood Fire ise ablaze, streams run black, sword drips blood Witches, demons, sluts Lustful sluts with juiced up cunts, getting fucked Drinking poisoned wine Dancing orgastically in a form of possession Draped in robes drinking the juice of vein The chalice lies upon the ceremonial stone Unfortunate soul hooked from the uterus Swinging in the, leafless tree in pain Masked supremacy, rises his chalice high The congregation, falls to case With her eyes open, her head is raised high For all to see, celebrant drowned in red He plunges his jaws, in neck of whore Her swinging remains, are ripped from the tree Multiple orifices filled with phallus Suspended red menace raped to the core Congregants they derobe Acts of sodomy and perverse carnality Brought beyond this world, drinking poisoned wine Their ghastly shrieks echo through the forest All in great homage, to their unholy divine.