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

I bled on a pivotal
Like a clockwork
Bears stigmata, bored

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

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

And they saw red
I left a dirty white
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 and corridors
Of the Vatican, I led a Borgia on

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

And as I hope, I choked
Another pope manna peel
to De Sade
In the entrails 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
Necromantic old
A phagadaena that
Drooling the past

A rabid in shawl
A edge to the rule
That the overall
Were destined to last

So glad for the

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

I schemes and the means
To catch sight of the
And the in between

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

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

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

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

So for the madness