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

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

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

So the sickened
With the of days
Ill millennia
With the claret I

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

So glad for the

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

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

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

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

I was an
Necromantic old
A phagadaena crawled
over the past

A wolf in shawl
A razor's to the rule
the stars overall
Were destined to last

So for the madness

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

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

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

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

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

And to her curve
I my destiny swerve
From damnation
To a permanent

So glad for the