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

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

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

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

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

So glad for the

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

I the Urilia text
So that wormed
As live for the dead

And as I hope, I choked
Another pope with 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 sheen of
I saw others, fallen,

I was an
Necromantic old
A phagadaena that
Drooling the past

A rabid wolf in
A edge to the rule
the stars overall
Were 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 Dante was to map Hell

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

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

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

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

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

So glad for the