Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

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

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

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

And though saw red
I left a dirty stain
A splintered know in the
On Eden's aid

So glad for the

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

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

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

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
Drooling over the

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

So for the madness

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

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

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

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

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

And pressed to her
I felt my swerve
damnation reserved
To a permanent

So for the madness