Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

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

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

So the sickened
With the of days
Ill thickened
With the claret I

And they 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 Sodom and
And rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican, I led a sordid on

I read the Urilia
So that mortals
As live for the dead

And as I broke hope, I
Another 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 that crawled
over the past

A wolf in shawl
A razor's edge to the
That the overall
Were never destined to

So glad for the

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

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

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

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

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

And to her curve
I felt my destiny
damnation reserved
To a grin

So for the madness