Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

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

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

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

And they saw red
I left a dirty stain
A splintered in the grain
On Eden's 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 sordid on

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

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

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

I was an
Necromantic old
A phagadaena that
over the past

A rabid in shawl
A edge to the rule
That the stars
Were never to last

So for the madness

I dreams, a poet, for of sleep
Turning with the smell
On fingers
bad memories lingered
Burning, as when was freed to map Hell

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

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

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

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

And to her curve
I felt my swerve
From damnation
To a grin

So glad for the