Lyrics Slaughtering of the Witchhunters/Sleep Forever (feat. ix, Luhas, Kaizo Slumber & Krullebol) - IX , Luhas , Krullebol , Murrumur , Kaizo Slumber

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