Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

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

And as I threw Job, I
Myself to a martyred
To see if I drew
Or pretty 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 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 mortals wormed
As live for the dead

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

And as he wrote, I
A royal to the heads of France
And in the of guillotines
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 never destined to

So for the madness

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

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

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

Eyes of fire that set all life
Lights that art
In sight, that no device of pain
Could prise secrets from my heart

I knew not her
Though her was the same
Without a whisper of
As either virtue or

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

So for the madness