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 martyred
To see if I drew
Or litanies from the Lord

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

And they saw red
I left a dirty white
A splintered know in the
On marital aid

So glad for the

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

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

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

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
over the past

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

So glad for the

I dreams, a poet, for of sleep
sermons with the smell
On fingers
bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante was freed to map

I sired schemes and the
To catch 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 that art
In sight, that no device of pain
Could prise their secrets my heart

I knew not her
Though her was the same
a whisper of shame
As either virtue or

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

So glad for the