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

I on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork
Bears sore stigmata,

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

So the plot
With the of days
Ill millennia
With the I sprayed

And though saw red
I left a white stain
A splintered in the grain
On marital aid

So glad for the

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 that wormed
As live for the dead

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

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

I was an
old fool
A phagadaena crawled
Drooling over the

A rabid in shawl
A razor's edge to the
That the stars
Were never destined to

So glad for the

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

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

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

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

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

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

So for the madness