Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

I on a pivotal stretch
Like a Christ
Bears sore stigmata,

And as I Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred
To see if I pity
Or pretty litanies from the

So the sickened
With the of days
Ill thickened
the claret I sprayed

And though saw red
I left a dirty stain
A know in the grain
On marital aid

So glad for the

I walked the walls, to the moon
In Sodom and
And through rich and corridors
Of the Vatican, I led a Borgia on

I the Urilia text
So mortals wormed
As live bait for the

And as I broke hope, I
pope with manna peel
Dictating to De
In the entrails of the Bastille

And as he wrote, I
A royal to the heads of France
And in the sheen of
I saw others, fallen,

I was an
old fool
A that crawled
Drooling the past

A rabid wolf in
A razor's to the rule
That the overall
Were destined to last

So glad for the

I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of
sermons with the smell
On fingers
Where bad memories
Burning, as Dante was freed to map Hell

I sired schemes and the
To catch sight of the
And the vagaries in

And the lips and the curls
Of cunt of a world
In glimpses, I see
A nymph with for me

of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that art
In sight, that no intense of pain
prise their secrets from my heart

I not her name
her kiss was the same
Without a of shame
As virtue or sin's

And to her curve
I my destiny swerve
From reserved
To a grin

So for the madness