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

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

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

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

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

So for the madness

I walked the walls, to the moon
In and Babylon
And through rich 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 hope, I choked
Another with manna peel
Dictating to De
In the dark of the Bastille

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

I was an
old fool
A phagadaena crawled
Drooling the past

A rabid wolf in
A edge to the rule
That the overall
never destined to last

So for the madness

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

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

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

Eyes of that set all life aflame
Lights surpassed art
In sight, that no intense of pain
prise their secrets from my heart

I not her name
Though her was the same
Without a of shame
As either virtue or

And pressed to her
I felt my swerve
From damnation
To a grin

So glad for the