Luyện nghe bài hát Architect of Pain

Let me you a portrait of a man
whose very name would define in to come all things profane
Born unto child of aristocracy,
so the young mind, yet so unclean
His was a of darkness that beat within his chest
Bringing life into the he'd manifest
Imp of the perverse on a path he trods
Scribe of the unthinkable the de sade
Outraging the laws of and narcissism
That to fight the incubation's but in
inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them as they are
From the corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun rise, just the same

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

Each tale black as dressed in the colors of hell
Your dreams will fill with the of the knell
Feel the looming shadow of the guillotine
And be blinded by the blade's fatal gleam
Outraging the of both nature and religion
in behalf or her domain
Or so he believed all his hate and narcissism
That to fight the inclination's but in
inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints only as they are
From the darkest corners of the as real
as the morning sun rise, just the same

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