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

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

And as I threw Job, I
Myself to a martyred
To see if I drew
Or pretty from the Lord

So the plot
the coming of days
Ill millennia
With the claret I

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

So for the madness

I walked the walls, naked to the
In Sodom and
And through rich and corridors
Of the Vatican, I led a sordid on

I the Urilia text
So mortals wormed
As bait for the dead

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

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

I was an
Necromantic old
A that crawled
over the past

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

So for the madness

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

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

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

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

I not her name
her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of
As virtue or sin's

And pressed to her
I my destiny swerve
damnation reserved
To a permanent

So for the madness