Slaughtering of the Witchhunters/Sleep Forever

[Part I]
[Verse: Murrumur, ix, and Luhas]
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 bonеs and dust
Drugs flushed
I won't let them hurt mе

[Refrain: Murrumur]
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

[Chorus: Murrumur]
Snuffed the sun
Too far gone
Chaos flights
Slighted by
Thelemites
Pagan's plight
Salem rites
Come to light

[Interlude: Murrumur]
Ether (drowns her)
Vapor (surrounds her)
Created (bewitched)
In labor
In labor

[Part II]
[Verse: Luhas]
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

[Chorus: Murrumur]
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

[Part III]

[Outro: Murrumur]
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