Paroles de Hour of the Wolf

False Christ's And prophets rise Woe unto them Thus the smoke from thy dumb throat Shall hold your tongue Get thee behind me Blood shall mix With the virgins of the church And this black amour Our sheets drip of mortal sin Dear god allow me To show gratitude Let the foreskin begin This Is Heresy You self righteous priests Vomit at my feet Take ye heed brother Down down into the smoke There are false teachers among Thee Lord how long shall they reproach Receive ye the Holy Ghost This Is Heresy The custom of women Is upon me Grasp thee by the legs Like stems of roses in the hand This Is Heresy This Is Heresy Kneeling believers With poisoned weapons at hand Silence reigns about the dawn As they slit thy dumb throat With emblazened eyes I feel the death With whom I'm wed Life is my adultreress Forever undead