Luyện nghe bài hát Book Of Thel

The is on you now
The furnace inside your head
Melting the inside now
Waxy tears run down face

The whore that never told her
Relives it every night you
Far off stands the lamb and
For the wolf to come and end its

Stand the temple
As the book of is opening
The priestess before you
Offering her hand out,

the dawning of the dead
In and in war
Now the harlot of death
Spits out its core

Serpent on the now
Has wrapped itself around spine
So you look its mouth
And you kiss the fangs divine

that your end is swift
The weeping virgin cries in
The snake and priestess, are one
The veil of is ripped undone

Stand the temple
As the of Thel is opening
The priestess stands you
her hand out, rising

Come the dawning of the
In and in war
Now the harlot of death
Spits out its core

By the pricking of my
Something this way comes
And when sleep takes you
Will you to see the light?

The burning of poison tears
The flowing red with blood
The cradle-robbing of death
every dreaming head

Waiting for the hearse
To you to the funeral pyre
So you the family tree
The generations higher

inside the temple
As the book of Thel is
The priestess before you
her hand out, rising

Come the of the dead
In and in war
Now the harlot womb of
out its rotten core

By the of my thumbs
Something this way comes
And sleep takes you tonight
you wake to see the light?

Come the dawning of the
the dawning of the dead
Come the of the dead
Come the of the dead

demon hath formed this abominable void
This soul-shuddering
Some said it is
But unknown, abstracted, brooding
The dark hid