Luyện nghe bài hát Architect of Pain

Let me paint you a of a man
whose very name would define in to come all things profane
Born privilege child of aristocracy,
so the young mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of that beat within his chest
life into 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 and narcissism
to fight the incubation's but in vain
Nature our tastes bizarre
She paints them as they are
From the corners of the mind as real
as the sun shall rise, just the same

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

Each tale as pitch dressed in the colors of hell
Your dreams will with the sounding of the knell
the looming shadow of the hungry guillotine
And be blinded by the blade's fatal gleam
the laws of both nature and religion
Subjugation in or her domain
Or so he with all his hate and narcissism
to fight the inclination's but in vain
Nature inspires our bizarre
She paints only as they are
From the darkest of the mind as real
as the sun shall rise, just the same

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