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

I bled on a pivotal
Like a Christ
sore stigmata, bored

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

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

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

So for the madness

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

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

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

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

I was an
Necromantic old
A phagadaena crawled
Drooling the past

A rabid in shawl
A razor's edge to the
the stars overall
Were destined to last

So glad for the

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

I sired schemes and the
To sight of the seams
And the vagaries in

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

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

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

And pressed to her
I felt my swerve
From damnation
To a permanent

So for the madness