Fecal Parturition Lyrics

The yeasty froth of her p*ssy lips
Covered the body of the Tenderhearted
Never could the six-point star be trusted
Damnable heresies survive the epoch

The moisture built up between her legs
Gave welcome to the Satanchrist
Like veins, the nest of life was cut
The rainbow never appeareth above the throne

Fecal parturition, fecal parturition

Who breathes these ritual flames
Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?
Will the angels ever pacify our violence?
Apostles squeal at the sight of the lance Who breathes these ritual flames
Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?
Jesus combed his scarlet hair while
Cum dripped from his tortured asshole

He was then led into the common hall
But never didst the ninth hour arrive
Quench all the fiery darts of the wicked
“Hossana to the Son of David”, spoke pig

Who breathes these ritual flames
Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?

Fecal parturition, fecal parturition
Hossana to the Son of David”, spoke pig

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