Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

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

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

So the plot
With the coming of
Ill millennia
the claret I sprayed

And though saw red
I left a white stain
A splintered in the grain
On marital aid

So for the madness

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

I the Urilia text
So that wormed
As bait for the dead

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

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 that crawled
Drooling over the

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
sermons with the smell
On witchfinder
bad memories lingered
Burning, as when was freed to map Hell

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

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

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

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

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

So for the madness