Where women have neither cunt nor tongue
Where babies decorate the walls
Their twisted bodies loathe to crawl
Impaled on gleaming stakes
Their heartblood warms the chalice cold
And all your fears, to all untold
The southern furnace awaits for you
Hear the cry of the cloven hooved
Where Pan awaits with drooling cock
For unwary maidens fair
And Lilith awaits with betoothed snatch
And midnight in her hair
Where fires burn in cauldrons black
And unseen whips streak red your back
The inevitable gnawing of your tongue
In wordless screams, the vast hellsong
You're in hell now
You come to this realm to suffer
Scream as you enter
Alone the gates of Hell
You scream in agony for God
As you twist within the fire
But he's too busy fucking angels
To join your funeral pyre
You scream in agony for God
As you twist within the fire
But he's too busy fucking angels
To join your funeral pyre
Your funeral is forever – Hellsong!
Where women have neither cunt nor tongue
Where babies decorate the walls
Their broken bodies too fucked to crawl
Impaled on gleaming stakes...
Forever.
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