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

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

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

So the plot
the coming of days
Ill thickened
With the claret I

And though saw red
I left a dirty stain
A splintered in the grain
On Eden's aid

So glad for the

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

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

And as I broke hope, I
Another with manna peel
to De Sade
In the dark 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
old fool
A that crawled
Drooling over the

A rabid in shawl
A edge to the rule
the stars overall
Were never to last

So glad for the

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

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

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

of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that art
In sight, no intense device of pain
prise their secrets from my heart

I knew not her
Though her was the same
a whisper of shame
As either or sin's

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

So for the madness