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letra de the parish - alla xul elu

[verse 1: joe black]
hands bl–dy never peaceful
i’m always awful
ted bundy in a priest robe spread you like the gospel
i am the word of god spoken with satan’s breath
the dead laying in my wake like i’m a wave of death
high on murder every stab release endorphins
and when i get bored i count the maggots in the corpses
on the devils payroll but i’ma earn a halo
get led into heaven and strangle an angel
zodiac glows always black
conducting holy m-ss in a crowley mask
i’m a devil with a goddess high and spiteful
commit a homicide while i recite from the bible
i’m the worst, my mind cursed
set fire to a church preach a sermon while the priest is burnin’
you will inherit the flame from ever after
welcome to the perish of pain
i’m your pastor

[hook: billy obey]
where they go don’t n0body know
reserved for the earth they burried below
they perish
welcome to (the perish)
praise xul
where they go don’t n0body know
reserved for the earth they burried below
they perish
welcome to (the perish)
praise xul

[verse 2: billy obey]
life’s a game when the blood go run
tried to k!ll myself with duck hunt gun
when i’m f-cked up run away and scatter
screams drowned out in laughter
n0body matters motherf-ckers expendable
three on stage all in unison identical
easy to fall trying to reach the pinnacle
these rappers wanna talk you can speak with these genitals
sick circle general you followed my commandment
no path to the light since the gospel’s been abandoned
recessed in soil you homie’s playground
send money to his grave bout to pay pal
inherently nightmarish no name i cherish
hope for death and i pray we perish
alla xul, alla xul, alla xul, alla xul

[verse 3: lee carver]
get em and gut em, dog em up
carver collect cadaver surplus in my closet stuffed
after strike of midnight they sing in unison
welcome to the afterlife, a beautiful reunion in h-ll
don’t tell me that you don’t believe
the almighty slaughter nightly, we are a.x.e
another fatality frees your soul to the perish
torture in tabernacle, kick the pope off of the terrace
cut out the dead eyes, give me grave sight
this -rs-nic on my tongue is leaving my brain fried
if they try to stop me i’ma dump em with the wicked
witches broom for my spot at the top seed, i’m obscene
pray to the profane, black tongue blasphemy
ordain to the blood stain, tragedy after we
show up at your spot and start preaching
our teachings be comenvergence of heathens to paraplegics

- alla xul elu

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