Stairway to Heaven Backwards (With FULL Lyrics)

I do not own any rights to Stairway to Heaven frontwards, backwards or sideways. I take no credit for for this song or creating these lyrics. This is merely an interpertation of what some people believe to hear when this song is played backwards. Zepplin is probably the greatest band ever. Here are the lyrics written: Plaaaay backwards, Hear why its sung here, oppositioner.. Allll on track, all arriving They all sing, and they are one. Shall I loathe you now, parishoner? Oh hear Him, Christian within me. It stirs my sin; the river, Oh, she swells with our lousiness. All my life will end for him? We’re all out of signs, I know I’m sorta shocked To hear The Lord, My God now will save me! Oh I will n’er be saved, Because I live with Satan.. One wish today; That you’ll all pray for Three who will make it here late. Pray now and you’ll see.. The ’Lord’ turned me on, But, oh, I was the shaggy fool.. Clothed in agony, Lost at a height. There’s no escaping it, Nor his woes.. So here’s to my Sweet Satan. The one who’s little path Would make me sad, Whose power is satan. He’ll give you 666. there was a little toolshed, where he made us suffer sad Satan. Ohohohoh... “Family won’t get loose, They’re offered me“ Always soothes the worker. Always will be as we know now “I see ruins,“ said he, “the world they offered me? Who wished the Lord’s fall“ If we lose feather, Say you’ll save me! And no wimps can bend the rules.. And no wimps can do.. Hunt next to the shore, ’Cause they see all from there, See here’s the news, Who walks with mute grief! Perhaps no-one found thee... “Heavy, lift me out,“ Spake the Reve, “Someday, failed, we’ll lose one line-up, They’ve gotta leave forsaken“ And no wimps can do.. And no wimps can do... He, who say the lords Thoth have our laws, Maat must be superb. Mass is ended.. Over there, He who should learn thee. Any moot that serves by my sworn music, I wish it with snow be shushed, All for my mass’s sake. Hear why its sung, here, oppositioner, Ohh.. He who should show May make his show worthy, To look, for us, odd.. sickly, There’s one chance - take his show. Hold thy head, Hear why its sung here. oppositioner. Who owns this earth built below? Oh sweet Israel...