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

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

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

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

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

So for the madness

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

I read the Urilia
So mortals wormed
As bait for the dead

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

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

I was an
Necromantic old
A that crawled
over the past

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

So for the madness

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

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

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

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

I not her name
her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of
As either virtue or

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

So for the madness