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 wretch
To see if I pity
Or pretty litanies the Lord

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

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

So for the madness

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

I read the text
So that mortals
As live bait for the

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

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

So glad for the

I dreams, a poet, for of sleep
Turning sermons with the
On fingers
bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante was freed to map

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

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

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

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

And pressed to her
I felt my swerve
From damnation
To a permanent

So for the madness