Luyện nghe bài hát Beatus

[Music: Patrick &

Long lost hours in, drenched in fear
steps resound closer, impending pains to withstand

All out to the debauchery,
He will come Eucharist again
Black robe, the veiled ogre, prayed his way to the fresh
For the shepherd dines on lamb and he bends for the frail and tender.
Nightly taught in vice, with virtue, tamed, humiliated,
To God the souls, but the flesh he'll care of...

Magister, Magister, dolorae
Magister, Magister, in caudae est
Magister, Magister, caro mea est cibus.
Torrente voluptatis, potabis eos

(He stalks the corridors, question which room sneak in
Shivering cringe, praying their turn has not come)

Et clamor meus ad Te
Pulling overhead in hopes to be spared
Exaudi meam, miserere
Whence the evening came, he brands his for life

After it is time to go
All of them empty shells walking, toys
To nowhere they march, of lust
In the making, more of lust
Until guns blow or creaking swing
Beatified carrions in faith

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