Slaughtering of the Witchhunters
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โฑ๏ธ 6:27 duration
๐ ID: 16103549
๐ Lyrics
Poisoned smokescreen victims
Coiled slipknots terrorizing
Accused suffer crucifixions
Bitter wormwood prophesizing
'Neath a silver moon they're gowned in sigils bearing
Condemnations, control
Divine worship weaving
Sorcery and cursory their faces turn the surgeries
And prophecy won't kill me with an arrow in their arteries
Hunted like an animal a hundred men invaluable
Their bodies are expendable and flammable it's laughable
Blood rush
All the bones and dust
Drugs flushed
I won't let them hurt me
I killed Aleister Crowley
I shot him in the head
Distrust the true wicked ones
Body shell I won't see you in hell
I killed Aleister Crowley
I shot him in his fucking head
Gore fucked
Their eyes full of lust
Combust
I won't let them touch me
Snuffed the sun
Too far gone
Chaos flights
Slighted by Thelemites
Pagan's plight
Salem rites come to light
Ether drowns her
Vapor surrounds her
Created bewitched
In labor
In labor
RIP to angel
Ever since you died
I don't know what it is that's been stinging me so hard
Never seen your face and never heard your voice
Mutual egregore is enough to strike the cord
Isolated presence ejected from the source
Don't you fancy me on the basis of your throe
Future internet
Lateral descent
Everlasting rides to infernal pits
Snuffed the sun
Too far gone
Chaos flights
Slighted by Thelemites
Pagan's plight
Salem rites come to light
Church crusades as Satan's raids
Witchhunters die at my blade
Church crusades as Satan's raids
Witchhunters die at my blade
Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
Shattered skulls in comatose
The most mundane romantic hopes
Daggers pulled as overdose
It's more humane to slit their throats
Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
Shattered skulls in comatose
The most mundane romantic hopes
Daggers pulled as overdose
It's more humane to slit their throats
Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
Shattered skulls in comatose
The most mundane romantic hopes
Daggers pulled as overdose
It's more humane to slit their throats
Coiled slipknots terrorizing
Accused suffer crucifixions
Bitter wormwood prophesizing
'Neath a silver moon they're gowned in sigils bearing
Condemnations, control
Divine worship weaving
Sorcery and cursory their faces turn the surgeries
And prophecy won't kill me with an arrow in their arteries
Hunted like an animal a hundred men invaluable
Their bodies are expendable and flammable it's laughable
Blood rush
All the bones and dust
Drugs flushed
I won't let them hurt me
I killed Aleister Crowley
I shot him in the head
Distrust the true wicked ones
Body shell I won't see you in hell
I killed Aleister Crowley
I shot him in his fucking head
Gore fucked
Their eyes full of lust
Combust
I won't let them touch me
Snuffed the sun
Too far gone
Chaos flights
Slighted by Thelemites
Pagan's plight
Salem rites come to light
Ether drowns her
Vapor surrounds her
Created bewitched
In labor
In labor
RIP to angel
Ever since you died
I don't know what it is that's been stinging me so hard
Never seen your face and never heard your voice
Mutual egregore is enough to strike the cord
Isolated presence ejected from the source
Don't you fancy me on the basis of your throe
Future internet
Lateral descent
Everlasting rides to infernal pits
Snuffed the sun
Too far gone
Chaos flights
Slighted by Thelemites
Pagan's plight
Salem rites come to light
Church crusades as Satan's raids
Witchhunters die at my blade
Church crusades as Satan's raids
Witchhunters die at my blade
Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
Shattered skulls in comatose
The most mundane romantic hopes
Daggers pulled as overdose
It's more humane to slit their throats
Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
Shattered skulls in comatose
The most mundane romantic hopes
Daggers pulled as overdose
It's more humane to slit their throats
Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
Shattered skulls in comatose
The most mundane romantic hopes
Daggers pulled as overdose
It's more humane to slit their throats
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.75] Poisoned smokescreen victims
[00:26.43] Coiled slipknots terrorizing
[00:29.12] Accused suffer crucifixions
[00:32.24] Bitter wormwood prophesizing
[00:34.91] 'Neath a silver moon they're gowned in sigils bearing
[00:41.00] Condemnations, control
[00:43.61] Divine worship weaving
[00:46.82] Sorcery and cursory their faces turn the surgeries
[00:49.33] And prophecy won't kill me with an arrow in their arteries
[00:52.49] Hunted like an animal a hundred men invaluable
[00:55.48] Their bodies are expendable and flammable it's laughable
[01:00.07] Blood rush
[01:01.15] All the bones and dust
[01:03.00] Drugs flushed
[01:03.93] I won't let them hurt me
[01:05.94] I killed Aleister Crowley
[01:09.56] I shot him in the head
[01:12.09] Distrust the true wicked ones
[01:14.38] Body shell I won't see you in hell
[01:17.51] I killed Aleister Crowley
[01:21.69] I shot him in his fucking head
[01:23.46] Gore fucked
[01:24.84] Their eyes full of lust
[01:26.19] Combust
[01:27.29] I won't let them touch me
[01:29.23] Snuffed the sun
[01:32.00] Too far gone
[01:34.96] Chaos flights
[01:37.79] Slighted by Thelemites
[01:43.97] Pagan's plight
[01:46.79] Salem rites come to light
[01:52.64] Ether drowns her
[01:56.10] Vapor surrounds her
[01:58.91] Created bewitched
[02:02.59] In labor
[02:03.81] In labor
[02:44.42] RIP to angel
[02:46.70] Ever since you died
[02:48.53] I don't know what it is that's been stinging me so hard
[02:53.25] Never seen your face and never heard your voice
[02:58.10] Mutual egregore is enough to strike the cord
[03:02.62] Isolated presence ejected from the source
[03:07.22] Don't you fancy me on the basis of your throe
[03:12.65] Future internet
[03:14.92] Lateral descent
[03:17.16] Everlasting rides to infernal pits
[03:28.10] Snuffed the sun
[03:31.19] Too far gone
[03:34.15] Chaos flights
[03:36.98] Slighted by Thelemites
[03:42.69] Pagan's plight
[03:45.55] Salem rites come to light
[03:51.24] Church crusades as Satan's raids
[03:56.74] Witchhunters die at my blade
[04:02.74] Church crusades as Satan's raids
[04:09.04] Witchhunters die at my blade
[04:50.99] Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
[04:57.34] Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
[05:03.31] Shattered skulls in comatose
[05:05.77] The most mundane romantic hopes
[05:09.03] Daggers pulled as overdose
[05:12.22] It's more humane to slit their throats
[05:15.65] Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
[05:21.56] Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
[05:28.07] Shattered skulls in comatose
[05:30.39] The most mundane romantic hopes
[05:33.88] Daggers pulled as overdose
[05:36.22] It's more humane to slit their throats
[05:39.82] Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
[05:45.78] Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
[05:51.88] Shattered skulls in comatose
[05:54.40] The most mundane romantic hopes
[05:57.90] Daggers pulled as overdose
[06:00.56] It's more humane to slit their throats
[06:04.13]
[00:26.43] Coiled slipknots terrorizing
[00:29.12] Accused suffer crucifixions
[00:32.24] Bitter wormwood prophesizing
[00:34.91] 'Neath a silver moon they're gowned in sigils bearing
[00:41.00] Condemnations, control
[00:43.61] Divine worship weaving
[00:46.82] Sorcery and cursory their faces turn the surgeries
[00:49.33] And prophecy won't kill me with an arrow in their arteries
[00:52.49] Hunted like an animal a hundred men invaluable
[00:55.48] Their bodies are expendable and flammable it's laughable
[01:00.07] Blood rush
[01:01.15] All the bones and dust
[01:03.00] Drugs flushed
[01:03.93] I won't let them hurt me
[01:05.94] I killed Aleister Crowley
[01:09.56] I shot him in the head
[01:12.09] Distrust the true wicked ones
[01:14.38] Body shell I won't see you in hell
[01:17.51] I killed Aleister Crowley
[01:21.69] I shot him in his fucking head
[01:23.46] Gore fucked
[01:24.84] Their eyes full of lust
[01:26.19] Combust
[01:27.29] I won't let them touch me
[01:29.23] Snuffed the sun
[01:32.00] Too far gone
[01:34.96] Chaos flights
[01:37.79] Slighted by Thelemites
[01:43.97] Pagan's plight
[01:46.79] Salem rites come to light
[01:52.64] Ether drowns her
[01:56.10] Vapor surrounds her
[01:58.91] Created bewitched
[02:02.59] In labor
[02:03.81] In labor
[02:44.42] RIP to angel
[02:46.70] Ever since you died
[02:48.53] I don't know what it is that's been stinging me so hard
[02:53.25] Never seen your face and never heard your voice
[02:58.10] Mutual egregore is enough to strike the cord
[03:02.62] Isolated presence ejected from the source
[03:07.22] Don't you fancy me on the basis of your throe
[03:12.65] Future internet
[03:14.92] Lateral descent
[03:17.16] Everlasting rides to infernal pits
[03:28.10] Snuffed the sun
[03:31.19] Too far gone
[03:34.15] Chaos flights
[03:36.98] Slighted by Thelemites
[03:42.69] Pagan's plight
[03:45.55] Salem rites come to light
[03:51.24] Church crusades as Satan's raids
[03:56.74] Witchhunters die at my blade
[04:02.74] Church crusades as Satan's raids
[04:09.04] Witchhunters die at my blade
[04:50.99] Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
[04:57.34] Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
[05:03.31] Shattered skulls in comatose
[05:05.77] The most mundane romantic hopes
[05:09.03] Daggers pulled as overdose
[05:12.22] It's more humane to slit their throats
[05:15.65] Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
[05:21.56] Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
[05:28.07] Shattered skulls in comatose
[05:30.39] The most mundane romantic hopes
[05:33.88] Daggers pulled as overdose
[05:36.22] It's more humane to slit their throats
[05:39.82] Round and round and round and rounds so cyclical in fantasy
[05:45.78] Cinder blocks bound up to feet in winter's river shivering
[05:51.88] Shattered skulls in comatose
[05:54.40] The most mundane romantic hopes
[05:57.90] Daggers pulled as overdose
[06:00.56] It's more humane to slit their throats
[06:04.13]