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
Born unto privilege of aristocracy,
so tender the mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of darkness that beat his chest
Bringing life into the crimes he'd
Imp of the on a bloody path he trods
Scribe of the unthinkable the de sade
Outraging the of hate and narcissism
That to the incubation's but in vain
Nature inspires our tastes
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 with threads of flesh throughout
He promised things so frightening turn you inside out
When terror's has set your soul is set aflame
the architect of pain
Unearthing fantasies too to reveal
Twisting your world with centuries concealed
Was he philosopher or was he insane?
Behold the architect of

Each tale black as dressed in the colors of hell
Your dreams will with the sounding of the knell
Feel the shadow of the hungry guillotine
And you'll be blinded by the fatal gleam
Outraging the of both nature and religion
in behalf or her domain
Or so he believed with all his hate and
That to fight the but in vain
inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as are
From the darkest corners of the mind as
as the morning sun shall rise, the same

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