Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

Before and fridges
The triple six digits
Might sacrifice fidget
Was by ancient midgets
My kamikaze
Listening to over Rick Rock's chords
Doing quasi religious
I see the Alseek
you into paralysis
Drinking blood from the chalice Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the blood that got
Fuck thou shall not kill, do what wilt!
on Rosemary's baby in witches shrine
My cult'll you shocked like Polanksky in 69
duce you to narcotics
Bathing you with rocking psychodelic bell bottoms
in effect
Banging spoons Yuri Yella
Then I'll sharpen the
And you in the neck
67 wounds in the lubyankas
you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerers

Javel and
of death
Virgins with big
Soldiers of morbid
incest
Bring me the goat, woman on dope
the pope
Hang the rope
And in the throat
I'll spill your blood in the name of
And capture your
Author of sacrifice, you'll the bashing your skull
The master the code
Authors of
Step in my chapel of
My of scalpels and tools
And used for and sadistic purposes
Cermonial
Serpin the verses
But Zeus his sister
Masterbating in the
She the crucifix to pop a cherry
Perverted priest, flirt the deceased
The black mass is
figures joyfully dance with the beast
Hunger for human flesh, is sex to feast
Head of the jackal, six figure is complete

20 in the womb melt
Get those with the black
your wife
Tape depositories in plastic
Candle ariolas
Cold as a
Torn from a
Human flesh gets into ashes
Pray to Satan Jimmy Page
Take a of blood
Covered the
led by Miss Sadie Glutz gloves
The yalo drive, from up in the
Californication of
Triple six engraved in fucking gills
We're real
Made eat the whole
Worship a state
Puncture throat with chunks of Colgate
Launching the
And cutting his in the first day
The surgeon of
I'm licensed to my nurses okay
the vague
Kevorkian, but the?
Hellaways
The
Molest your
I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a of crimson
Original,
Goons, we move the system

Enter the witchdoctor
Evil emperor of my
anoint the dead
And heads
And a chant
I baptism
satanic mechanisms
Each exorcism, reads the flesh incisions
My of worship
Features bitches in
I should purify my
Before they are murked
We note the impregnated, the average slut
Stab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage cups
the leader of Senchin
Along with henchman
down your throat, because your soul needed cleansing
Blood painted
Engulfed by
Charcoal of frames
We feast on brains
Calmly cutting down spine
Now we're chugging blood of
Choke and suffocate what's
The fucking suffering is
While tranquilizing needles get stuck up in arm
Sacrificial get abducted from the far