Luyện nghe bài hát Architect of Pain

Let me paint you a of a man
whose name would define in times to come all things profane
Born unto privilege of aristocracy,
so the young mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of darkness that within his chest
life into the crimes he'd manifest
Imp of the perverse on a path he trods
Scribe of the unthinkable the marquis de
the laws of hate and narcissism
That to the incubation's but in vain
Nature our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as are
From the darkest of the mind as real
as the morning sun rise, just the same

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

Each tale black as pitch dressed in the colors of
Your dreams will fill the sounding of the knell
Feel the looming of the hungry guillotine
And you'll be blinded by the fatal gleam
the laws of both nature and religion
Subjugation in behalf or her
Or so he believed all his hate and narcissism
to fight the inclination's but in vain
Nature inspires our bizarre
She paints only as they are
the darkest corners of the mind as real
as the morning sun rise, just the same

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