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

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

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

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

And though saw red
I left a dirty stain
A splintered know in the
On marital aid

So for the madness

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

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

And as I broke hope, I
Another pope with peel
Dictating to De
In the entrails 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
old fool
A that crawled
Drooling the past

A rabid in shawl
A edge to the rule
That the overall
Were never destined to

So glad for the

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 catch of the seams
And the vagaries in

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

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

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

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

So glad for the