Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

I on a pivotal stretch
a clockwork Christ
Bears stigmata, bored

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

So the plot
With the of days
Ill millennia
With the I sprayed

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

So glad for the

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

I read the text
So that mortals
As live bait for the

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

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

I was an
old fool
A phagadaena that
Drooling the past

A rabid wolf in
A edge to the rule
That the stars
Were destined to last

So for the madness

I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of
Turning with the smell
On witchfinder
Where bad memories
Burning, as when Dante was freed to map

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

And midst the 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
Could prise secrets from my heart

I not her name
Though her kiss was the
Without a whisper of
As either or sin's

And pressed to her
I felt my destiny
From reserved
To a permanent

So for the madness