Luyện nghe bài hát Book Of Thel

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

The that never told her tale
Relives it every with you
Far off the lamb and waits
For the to come and end its life

Stand inside the
As the book of is opening
The stands before you
Offering her out, rising

Come the dawning of the
In and in war
Now the harlot womb of
Spits out its rotten

on the altar now
Has wrapped itself around your
So you look into its
And you the pearly fangs divine

Happy your end is swift
The virgin cries in bliss
The and priestess, they are one
The veil of flesh is ripped

inside the temple
As the of Thel is opening
The priestess before you
Offering her hand out,

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

By the of my thumbs
wicked this way comes
And when takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the

The sweat of poison tears
The flowing red with blood
The cradle-robbing of death
Caresses every head

for the marriage hearse
To take you to the pyre
So you burn the tree
The generations burning

inside the temple
As the book of Thel is
The stands before you
Offering her hand out,

Come the of the dead
In and in war
Now the womb of death
Spits out its core

By the pricking of my
Something wicked way comes
And when takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the

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

What hath formed this abominable void
soul-shuddering vacuum?
Some said it is
But unknown, abstracted, secret
The power hid