Luyện nghe bài hát Death Magick For Adepts

Come distortured artists bitter seek meaning
if they're madness to behold
Once forbears to horizons where the stayed dreaming
Now nightmares waken souls that fear the toll

Gova Bosch and Brueghel times
Moon wise thy graves
For words alone are at loss to
The face of inhuman wraith

One half adrift in the abyss of despair and misery
The a mask of rich red lips
Whetted by the fevers of belief and

All in this inferno where virgil averts his eyes
From the black mass gang rape
Of ceasing hands an divides

Trespass these gates to a world blood let to shades
Where seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master's
In the of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon
Chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faeces to their cross

Enter
Five past yet still man grasps
At final straws to his cast

His lord is a leper we shall not want he betrayed us with white
His acrid pall as of the tomb us how we rot inside
Gutted like fool's paradise gutted on cruel

Holding to chaos holding to far graver arms
A downfall to all resounds
As peak in self centered psalms

And nature screams her sufferings under and cankered wings
A bleak scorched earth necrotica
Like the robes torn from her

She us lay her pain to rest
Lest we are with nothingness
Save for her stripped and ravished

And if her fate is not portent of
the comets that graxe nightskies
We'll surely cleanse of and rights
you and I and all else dies

It's rotting this carcass maggotropolis
Interdependent as to the grave
Allah's true is naught Christ cannot save
Locked in a of evermore frantic steps
Spells of regret death magick for

Be prepared to prophecies
The glorious fall of a sin
like fool's paradise, glutted on cruel appetites

We've woven a thorn arbour
Left streaked reason upon the shore
And bereft of compass star or more set out for world's end
Few at the prow most below painting coal a perfect gold

But for all it's the engines slow dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever sodomy on the bounty prey to phallus
That hiss and foam to douse a storm roars on the way
Blacker the ace of rapes dealt out by death in darkwood glades
Our of fools all boards handmade sinks dashed by seismic waves