Luyện nghe bài hát Architect of Pain

Let me paint you a of a man
whose very name would define in times to all things profane
unto privilege child of aristocracy,
so tender the mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of darkness that beat within his
Bringing life into the crimes he'd
Imp of the perverse on a bloody he trods
Scribe of the the marquis de sade
Outraging the of hate and narcissism
That to the incubation's but in vain
Nature our tastes bizarre
She paints only as they are
From the darkest corners of the mind as
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 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 fill the sounding of the knell
Feel the shadow of the hungry guillotine
And you'll be by the blade's fatal gleam
Outraging the laws of nature and religion
Subjugation in behalf or her
Or so he believed with all his hate and
That to fight the inclination's but in
inspires our tastes bizarre
She paints them only as are
From the darkest corners of the as real
as the sun shall rise, just the same

Nature bind you, you only need to serve unto her
Harming without stint or cease at the expense of may be
Their pain becomes paradise, your