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GRAND BELIAL'S KEY LYRICS
"Kosherat" (2005)
1. The Bearded Hustlers
2. The Red Heifer
3. Son of the Black Ram
4. On a Mule Rides the Swindler
5. Hobo of Aramaic Tongues
6. The Tricifixion of Swine
7. Immaculate Latrine
8. Vultures of Misfortune
9. Kingdom of Poisoned Fruits
10. Holy Shit (Chaos88 cover)
11. Doom Generation (Chaos88 cover)
1. The Bearded Hustlers
To ridicule their false messiah
They spit on their own beards
They spit on their own hairy chests
Symbolic of their odium
Towards anything that’s non-Hebraic
To ridicule their false messiah
Insurgents cut off their own fingers in protest
The songs of Zion unheard for centuries
Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers
The bitter water at Tara where
Thieves with punctured ears did drown
Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers
Choking and dying by the stream
In the form of a star the scum surrounded their captive
Spitting and salivating on the floor
Staves beating on his head
Matrilineal hoodlums heckling
Jeering and taunting the prophecies
Written in their own occult books
2. The Red Heifer
So loaded with justified guilt is the soul of the Yisrealites
That only the sacrifice of a cow may save them
Miasmic ritual of the Levi tribes
Opens the gate to a bygone era
Labor camp vultures plan to topple
The Dome of the Rock
Bring forth the Red Heifer upon which never came yoke
To be murdered on its third year
Avenging the Temple’s demolition
Its blood, skin, flesh and dung
To burneth before the impure
Levitical dogs cleanse themselves
Beneath a torrential storm of piss
So loaded with justified guilt is the soul of the Yisrealites
That only the sacrifice of a cow may save them
Hyssop and scarlet ruin the air
Four legged messiah, color of rust
Its blood, skin, flesh and dung
To burneth before the impure
Levitical dogs cleanse themselves
Beneath a torrential storm of piss
Oh, no! The tabernacle sprinkled with its ashes
Hyssop and scarlet ruin the air
Four legged messiah, color of rust
Bring forth the Red Heifer upon which never came yoke
To be murdered on its third year
Avenging the Temple’s demolition
Oh, no! The tabernacle sprinkled with its ashes
3. Son of the Black Ram
Every diseased man weeps with him
They cry for his naked wounds
Ordered to kneel and rejoice
May the celestial faith be undisturbed
Like the seasons sadness revolves
Destiny plays the cruellest games
The harshness of the frozen solstice
Will melt into an infernal drought
Twelve men dressed in red cloaks
Twelve men dressed in black robes
A choir of lustful virgins pray for a thousand joys
Unflourished, sad and cursed
A bouquet of depression lead them into lamentation
Ritual of impurification
Son of the Black Ram appears in the thundering mist
4. On a Mule Rides the Swindler
Delivered from her guileful genitalia
Greedy tentmakers and soothsayers
Unleavened bread for seven days
Unclogging the birth canal
Oh, most merciful queen of life
Mother of harlots and stalkers
On the mule rides the swindler
Greed of Eve, goddess of dirt, femine beast of the hex
Unleavened bread for seven days
Unclogging the birth canal
Oh, most merciful queen of life
Mother of harlots and stalkers
On the mule rides the swindler
“Ye son of the sorceress”
Follow the path of the urethra, into the heart of affliction
Surrender to the pagan torture
From the first Jew Abraham
To the last standing crippled bastard
Declared part of their kin by their mother’s field placenta
So frightened by the goyim
So convinced of his own nobility
Crawling on the excretion of asses
And corpses covered with flies
“Ye son of the sorceress”
Follow the path of the urethra, into the heart of affliction
Surrender to the pagan torture
5. Hobo of Aramaic Tongues
Fugitive, witch-doctor, born in an impoverished stable
Could this flimsy child truly be an predicted scepter?
Balaam’s prophecy, Judah’s predictions
Artificial pages of an unearthly fetish
Interpreter of the Torah
Worshipped by the Magi of Arabia
Hobo of Aramaic Tongues
The outline of a dead fish on a wall of mud
Signs of the resistance
Hobo of Aramaic Tongues
Frauds, hoaxes, serpents of Earth
Surviving on quails and manna
Christmas star of a frozen Palestine
Saturn no longer protects thee
The outline of a dead fish on a wall of mud
Signs of the resistance
Hobo of Aramaic Tongues
6. The Tricifixion of Swine
Awkward passage to Asgard's halls
Illuminated by the cartilage of saints
Portions of the past rekindled
Constructing the final chapter of the saga
God fell to his weak knees
The weight of the wooded icon was unbereable
He glanced at the laughing crowd
One final prayer for ill tempered heretics
The tricifixion of swine
Townsfolk sought justice through the hammer
The Jew slave was pinned up for display
Red win dripped down his virulent spine
Angelic powers rendered useless
The tricifixion of swine
No reason to dig him a grave
An honorless Hebrew deserves not a pyre
He possessed none of the elegiac magnificence
That breeds among the neo-paganists
It was the tricifixion of swine
7. Immaculate Latrine
Sources of uncleanness as told by the elders
The contagion spreads to the spirit
And nowhere may she sitteth
Bleeding wench, daughter of Samuel
Eight days of solitude end
With the slaughter of two pigeons
The congregation of madmen speaketh in magical words
Her meat flower and its folds
Must grip with the reality of their revolting beliefs
And whosoever toucheth the flea-ridden bearer
Of the Hasmonean lunatics
Shall be unclean until she is drained
Of her venomous emissions
Eight days of solitude end
With the slaughter of two pigeons
The congregation of madmen speaketh in magical words
The Immaculate Latrine
Hygienic practice is only a mirage
Filth of the testing rag
Perverted examination of the color
The menses produced in her
Red, black, or like diluted wine!
The wound, oppressor of lust
Louse crushed by copulation
Filth of the testing rag
Perverted examination of the color
The menses produced in her
Red, black, or like diluted wine!
The wound, oppressor of lust, louse is crushed
8. Vultures of Misfortune
As the Rabbi's rum swishes in his corroded mouth
He excises the foreskin uncovering the gentle glans
So that the corona is laid bare
He whom sucketh the incised tip
Bears the eyes of sadism
In his seductive hands a bandage
And a load of cumin seeds
Now raiseth the cup of benediction
The cruelest cut of all
With the sharp end of his finger nail
He tears the softest of membranes
An organ disfigured, a penis mutilated
The blood extracted by suction
Appalling practices of so called scholars
Young trusted to a circumciser
Yiddish trinkets cover the newborn
"Opprobrium for the wicked, as it is written"
Freshly cut dick into his trap
The gobbler mixes it with alcohol
Queer tendencies within the grossest of cultures
"Opprobrium for the wicked, as it is written"
As the Rabbi's rum swishes in his corroded mouth
He excises the foreskin uncovering the gentle glans
Double-edged blade slices
To finish the damaged nerves
Into a contaminated bowl the bloodrum is puked
Mouth to cock infections
Unhealed wounds in the mind
Little solace to the innocent
9. Kingdom of Poisoned Fruits
Mice sip the clitoral discharge
That drips in red from her stagnant slit
On a silver tray she lays sodomized
Her weeping face symbolizes mankind
Norns take part in the espionage
Some tell of the fruitful kingdoms
Encircled by fantastic homages
To devoted slaves of faith
They have fallen from far above
Unmasked to plunge into eternity
A pond is filled with miraculous wines
Deformed valkyries float about the prairie
They have fallen from far above
Unmasked to plunge into eternity
Kingdom of Poisoned Fruits
The scaffold stands tall in the town
Bystanders faint in total disgust
A demonic mass to follow
The vivid decollation of God
Kingdom of Poisoned Fruits
10. Holy Shit (Chaos88 cover)
Take his cross off his neck
Lunge it down into his throat
Watch him choke, gasp for air,
He has spoken his last prayer
Holy bible full of shit like your pants
Holy Water
Watch me spit in your face
Christmas day he was born
Easter day ripped and torn
Carried a cross upon his back
Crown of thorns about his neck
Holy bible full of shit like your pants
Holy Water
Watch me spit in your face
Listen to me Jesus Christ
From what I've read I'm glad you're dead
I wanna meet you, I wanna teach you
I wanna beat you like the Jew that you are!
Holy bible full of shit like your pants
Holy Water
Watch me spit in your face
11. Doom Generation (Chaos88 cover)
Chaos, revelation, murder;
the time is now
Government, shutdown, anarchy;
it’s all around
Hostile, takeover, protection;
it’s not around
Looting, robbing, everyone
is for themselves
There’s no future. Doom generation.
There’s no future for you!
Politicians, corruption,
they’re all on the take
Federal prisons, jailbreak;
it’s free parole
Alcohol, firearms, prostitutes;
they’re all for free!
Angry kids and loaded guns
Senseless murder is real fun
Angry kids and loaded guns
Got those fuckers on the run!
Chaos, revelation, murder;
the time is now
Government, shutdown, anarchy;
it’s all around
Hostile, takeover, protection;
it’s not around
Looting, robbing, everyone
is for themselves
There’s no future. Doom generation.
There’s no future for you!
Politicians, corruption,
they’re all on the take
Federal prisons, jailbreak;
it’s free parole
Alcohol, firearms, prostitutes;
they’re all for free!
Angry kids and loaded guns
Senseless murder is real fun
Angry kids and loaded guns
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