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

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

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

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

And they saw red
I left a dirty stain
A know in the grain
On marital aid

So glad for the

I walked the walls, naked to the
In and Babylon
And through whores and corridors
Of the Vatican, I led a Borgia on

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

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

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

I was an
Necromantic old
A phagadaena crawled
Drooling over the

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

So for the madness

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

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

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

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

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

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

So glad for the