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 privilege child of aristocracy,
so tender the mind, yet so unclean
His was a heart of darkness beat within his chest
Bringing into the crimes he'd manifest
Imp of the perverse on a path he trods
Scribe of the unthinkable the de sade
Outraging the of hate and narcissism
That to fight the incubation's but in
Nature inspires our tastes
She paints them as they are
From the darkest of the mind as real
as the morning sun shall rise, 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 soul is set aflame
Behold the of pain
Unearthing too savage to reveal
Twisting your world with centuries concealed
Was he philosopher or was he insane?
the architect of pain

Each tale black as pitch in the colors of hell
Your dreams will fill with the of the knell
the looming shadow of the hungry guillotine
And you'll be blinded by the blade's fatal
Outraging the laws of both nature and
in behalf or her domain
Or so he believed all his hate and narcissism
That to the inclination's but in vain
Nature our tastes bizarre
She paints them as they are
From the darkest corners of the as real
as the morning sun shall rise, just the

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