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 unto child of aristocracy,
so the young mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of darkness beat within his chest
life into the crimes he'd manifest
Imp of the perverse on a bloody path he
Scribe of the the marquis de sade
Outraging the of hate and narcissism
to fight the incubation's but in vain
Nature our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as are
the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the

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

Each black as pitch dressed in the colors of hell
Your 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 nature and
Subjugation in behalf or her
Or so he believed with all his hate and
That to the inclination's but in vain
Nature inspires our bizarre
She paints only as they are
From the corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, the same

Nature cannot bind you, you only to serve unto her
Harming stint or cease at the expense of whosoever may be
pain becomes your paradise, your