Masturbating the War God 歌词

	作曲 : Sanders
	Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadowsin the dimly lit Temple of
	Anhur as we count the dead and vanquished by hacking off their
	phalluses and piling the severed hands before the living stone
	image of God.
	The shamed and humbled women of the subjugated kneel in hopeless
	Aquiescence as we grasp them by the hair and force them to serve
	our father Anhur.
	Yea we impale them on the massive stone member of the Ithyphallic
	War God until the backs of their throats are torn out and their
	bowels are ripped apart.
	One by one we force the female captives to serve the Ahati until
	the Gods legs are awash with blood and his phallus drips with
	red and black gore Un snem sheth tesher mekhsefu parthal m aba
	neth Anhur.
	We lay our bloodstained weapons of Iron on the altar of Anhur and
	His Seed blesses us with strength to slay our enemies Like as unto
	Menthu we have become Ithyphallic.
	The mighty Sekhmet is with us.

	zuo qu : Sanders
	Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadowsin the dimly lit Temple of
	Anhur as we count the dead and vanquished by hacking off their
	phalluses and piling the severed hands before the living stone
	image of God.
	The shamed and humbled women of the subjugated kneel in hopeless
	Aquiescence as we grasp them by the hair and force them to serve
	our father Anhur.
	Yea we impale them on the massive stone member of the Ithyphallic
	War God until the backs of their throats are torn out and their
	bowels are ripped apart.
	One by one we force the female captives to serve the Ahati until
	the Gods legs are awash with blood and his phallus drips with
	red and black gore Un snem sheth tesher mekhsefu parthal m aba
	neth Anhur.
	We lay our bloodstained weapons of Iron on the altar of Anhur and
	His Seed blesses us with strength to slay our enemies Like as unto
	Menthu we have become Ithyphallic.
	The mighty Sekhmet is with us.

	zuò qǔ : Sanders
	Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadowsin the dimly lit Temple of
	Anhur as we count the dead and vanquished by hacking off their
	phalluses and piling the severed hands before the living stone
	image of God.
	The shamed and humbled women of the subjugated kneel in hopeless
	Aquiescence as we grasp them by the hair and force them to serve
	our father Anhur.
	Yea we impale them on the massive stone member of the Ithyphallic
	War God until the backs of their throats are torn out and their
	bowels are ripped apart.
	One by one we force the female captives to serve the Ahati until
	the Gods legs are awash with blood and his phallus drips with
	red and black gore Un snem sheth tesher mekhsefu parthal m aba
	neth Anhur.
	We lay our bloodstained weapons of Iron on the altar of Anhur and
	His Seed blesses us with strength to slay our enemies Like as unto
	Menthu we have become Ithyphallic.
	The mighty Sekhmet is with us.

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