Luyện nghe bài hát Carnal Malefactor

Below the lid of a vast rounded
Trickling of vestiges and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the horrible excess of exhalation
And uterine strangulation by the
Of the herds astray, arid in despair,
With flakes of fire, slowly wafting down...
Say, what does a maternal feel when merely
Vinegar stills your thirst?
You'd implore to harbour his torment in chest...
To make this yours, but... Sacrilege!
Who are you, harlot, to interfere His emerald will
When even your glance should never leave the

There the fusion, there is the nucleus
Angel prick and semen,
And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of alike
by the father and seducing the son
There resides the fusion, there is the
A phallic communion that interior wastelands

He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh corruption
Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile womb
With a candle in reverential
And voluptuous harbour to vile insects
He that to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
The scorpion shall open the book of for you to see
And the slither out of the lips that delivered once
The redeemer of man, out of shameful maternity...
He that soweth to his flesh of the flesh reap corruption
The lactiferous subjugated reason to appetite
Praised be human nature, ciborium of and waste,
For bathing in decline a moisty of semen so contemptible

resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
Angel prick and semen
And a woman genuflecting an aroused of burden alike
by the father and seducing the son
There resides the fusion, there is the
A phallic communion sanctifies interior wastelands
When a woman is by the claws of fowls attracted
By odours no longer hidden by dignity
And purified by their rummaging her swollen vagina
When laments alter into praises despite duty and menacing perdition
Seers can say that his birth death subdue no more
His birth does death not, for my God proceeds of failed humility...
O Master, the eastern of your domination is the organic fallibility.