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 pity
Or litanies from the Lord

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

And though saw red
I left a dirty stain
A know in the grain
On marital aid

So for the madness

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

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

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

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

I was an
old fool
A phagadaena crawled
over the past

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

So glad for the

I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of
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 lips and the
Of this of a world
In glimpses, I see
A with eyes for me

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

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

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

So for the madness