Grand Belial's Key - Fecal Parturition Lyrics
The yeasty froth of her ***** lipsCovered the body of the tenderheartedNever could the 6-pointed star be trustedDamnable heresies survive the epochThe moisture built up between her legsGave welcome to the SatanachristLike 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?Jesus combed his scarlet hair whileCum dripped from his sacred *****He was then led into the common hallBut never didst the 9th hour arriveQuench all the fiery darts of the wicked"Hosanna to the Son of David", spoke pigWho breathes these ritual flamesCoughed up by the lungs of treachery?Fecal parturition, fecal parturition"Hosanna to the Son of David", spoke pig