Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

I bled on a stretch
Like a Christ
sore stigmata, bored

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

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

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

So glad for the

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

I the Urilia text
So mortals wormed
As live for the dead

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

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

I was an
old fool
A phagadaena that
Drooling over the

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

So glad for the

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

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

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 surpassed art
In sight, that no intense device of
prise their secrets from my heart

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

And pressed to her
I my destiny swerve
From reserved
To a grin

So for the madness