Luyện nghe bài hát Architect of Pain

Let me you a portrait of a man
whose very name would define in times to all things profane
unto privilege child of aristocracy,
so the young mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of darkness that within his chest
Bringing life into the crimes manifest
Imp of the perverse on a bloody he trods
Scribe of the the marquis de sade
Outraging the of hate and narcissism
That to the incubation's but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes
She them only as they are
From the corners of the mind as real
as the sun shall rise, just the same

He wove his written word threads of flesh throughout
He promised things so frightening turn you inside 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 philosopher or was he insane?
Behold the of pain

Each tale black as pitch dressed in the of hell
Your dreams will fill with the sounding of the
Feel the shadow of the hungry guillotine
And you'll be blinded by the blade's fatal
the laws of both nature and religion
Subjugation in or her domain
Or so he with all his hate and narcissism
That to the inclination's but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes
She paints only as they are
From the darkest corners of the as real
as the morning sun shall rise, the same

Nature cannot bind you, you need to serve unto her
without stint or cease at the expense of whosoever may be
Their pain becomes paradise, your