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

I on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork
Bears sore stigmata,

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

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

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

So glad for the

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

I read the Urilia
So that 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 to the heads of France
And in the sheen of
I saw others, fallen,

I was an
old fool
A phagadaena crawled
over the past

A wolf in shawl
A edge to the rule
the stars overall
Were destined to last

So glad for the

I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of
Turning sermons the smell
On witchfinder
Where bad memories
Burning, as Dante was freed to map Hell

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

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

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

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

And to her curve
I felt my swerve
From damnation
To a grin

So glad for the