Luyện nghe bài hát Death Magick For Adepts

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

Gova Bosch and Brueghel three
Moon stain thy graves
For alone are at loss to trace
The face of today's inhuman

One half in the vast abyss of despair and misery
The other a mask of red lips
Whetted by the fevers of and greed

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

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

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

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

Holding court to chaos holding to far arms
A fatal to all resounds
As peak in self centered psalms

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

She begs us lay her pain to
Lest we are left nothingness
Save for her and ravished flesh

And if her fate is not of apocalypse
Then the comets that nightskies
We'll surely cleanse of and rights
When you and I and all else

It's rotting down this maggotropolis
as worms to the grave
Allah's true name is naught Christ cannot
Locked in a waltz of evermore steps
Spells of regret death magick for

Be to fulfill prophecies
The glorious of a sin dynasty
Glutted like paradise, glutted on cruel appetites

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

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