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

I on a pivotal stretch
Like a Christ
sore stigmata, bored

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

So the plot
With the coming of
Ill thickened
the claret I sprayed

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

So for the madness

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

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

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

And as he wrote, I
A blow 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 destined to last

So glad for the

I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of
sermons with the smell
On fingers
Where bad memories
Burning, as when was freed to map Hell

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

And midst the lips and the
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 intense of pain
prise their 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
From damnation
To a permanent

So for the madness