Luyện nghe bài hát Architect of Pain

Let me paint you a of a man
whose very name define in times to come all things profane
Born unto privilege of aristocracy,
so the young mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of darkness beat within his chest
Bringing life the crimes he'd manifest
Imp of the perverse on a bloody path he
of the unthinkable the marquis de sade
Outraging the laws of hate and
That to fight the but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes
She paints only as they are
the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the

He wove his written word threads of flesh throughout
He promised things so frightening they'll turn you out
terror's grip has set your soul is set aflame
Behold the of pain
Unearthing too savage to reveal
Twisting your world with visions centuries
Was he or was he just insane?
Behold the of pain

Each black as pitch dressed in the colors of hell
dreams will fill with the sounding of the knell
Feel the looming shadow of the guillotine
And you'll be blinded by the blade's gleam
Outraging the laws of both and religion
Subjugation in or her domain
Or so he believed with all his hate and
That to the inclination's but in vain
inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as are
From the darkest corners of the as real
as the morning sun shall rise, the same

Nature bind you, you only need to serve unto her
Harming without stint or cease at the of whosoever may be
Their pain your paradise, your