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

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

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

So the plot
the coming of days
Ill millennia
With the claret I

And though saw red
I left a dirty 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 whores and corridors
Of the Vatican, I led a sordid on

I read the text
So that wormed
As live for the dead

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

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

I was an
Necromantic old
A phagadaena crawled
Drooling over the

A rabid in shawl
A razor's to the rule
the stars overall
Were never to last

So for the madness

I dreams, a poet, for of sleep
Turning sermons with the
On fingers
Where bad memories
Burning, as when Dante was to map Hell

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

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

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

I knew not her
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