Luyện nghe bài hát Death Magick For Adepts

Come artists bitter things seek meaning
Even if madness to behold
Once to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming
Now nightmares waken souls that the living's toll

Bosch and Brueghel three times
Moon wise thy graves
For words are at loss to trace
The face of today's inhuman

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

All damned in this where virgil averts his eyes
the black mass mutual gang rape
Of ceasing hands an forced

Trespass these seven gates to a world blood let to
Where seraphim bleat of their cold and coming race
In the of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon
Chimiracles will hatch like plots to faeces to pearl their cross

Enter
Five aeons past yet man grasps
At straws to save his cast

His lord is a leper we not want he betrayed us with white lies
His pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside
Gutted like paradise gutted on cruel appetites

Holding court to chaos holding to far graver
A fatal to all resounds
As orgies peak in centered psalms

And nature screams her sufferings under bowed and wings
A scorched earth necrotica burning
the robes we've torn from her

She begs us lay her pain to
we are left with nothingness
Save for her stripped and ravished

And if her fate is not portent of
Then the comets that nightskies
We'll surely cleanse of wrongs and
When you and I and all dies

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

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

We've woven hearts a thorn
Left tear streaked reason the shore
And of compass star or more set out for this world's end
Few at the prow most slave below painting coal a perfect

But for all worth the engines slow dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever sodomy on the prey to phallus seas
hiss and foam to douse disease a storm roars on the way
Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by in darkwood glades
Our ship of fools all boards handmade sinks dashed by waves