Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.d. (so Glad For The Madness)

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

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

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

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

So for the madness

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

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

And as I broke hope, I
Another with manna peel
to De Sade
In the dark 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
old fool
A phagadaena that
Drooling over the

A rabid wolf in
A razor's edge to the
the stars overall
Were never destined to

So for the madness

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

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

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

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

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

And to her curve
I felt my swerve
From reserved
To a grin

So glad for the