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

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

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

So the sickened
With the coming of
Ill millennia
With the I sprayed

And they saw red
I a dirty white stain
A splintered know in the
On marital aid

So for the madness

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

I read the Urilia
So mortals wormed
As live bait for the

And as I hope, I choked
Another with manna peel
to De Sade
In the dark entrails of the

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

I was an
old fool
A phagadaena crawled
Drooling over the

A rabid in shawl
A edge to the rule
That the stars
Were destined to last

So glad for the

I dreams, a poet, for of sleep
Turning sermons with the
On witchfinder
Where bad memories
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 with eyes for me

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

I knew not her
Though her kiss was the
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