Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

I bled on a pivotal
a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata,

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

So the plot
With the coming of
Ill thickened
With the claret I

And they saw red
I left a dirty white
A know in the grain
On marital aid

So glad for the

I the walls, naked to the moon
In and Babylon
And rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican, I led a sordid on

I read the text
So that wormed
As live for the dead

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

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

I was an
old fool
A phagadaena that
over the past

A wolf in shawl
A razor's to the rule
the stars overall
Were destined to last

So for the madness

I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of
Turning sermons with the
On fingers
bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante was freed to map

I sired and the means
To sight of the seams
And the in between

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

Eyes of fire that set all aflame
Lights that art
In sight, no intense device of pain
Could prise secrets from my heart

I knew not her
Though her was the same
a whisper of shame
As either virtue or

And to her curve
I felt my destiny
damnation reserved
To a permanent

So glad for the