Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

I bled on a stretch
Like a clockwork
Bears stigmata, bored

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

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

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

So glad for the

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

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

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

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

I was an
Necromantic old
A that crawled
Drooling the past

A rabid in shawl
A razor's edge to the
the stars overall
Were never to last

So glad for the

I dreams, a poet, for of sleep
Turning sermons the smell
On fingers
Where bad lingered
Burning, as when Dante was to map Hell

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

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

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

I not her name
her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of
As either virtue or

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

So for the madness