Luyện nghe bài hát Death Magick For Adepts

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

Gova and Brueghel three times
Moon stain thy graves
For words alone are at loss to
The of today's inhuman wraith

One half adrift in the vast abyss of and misery
The other a of rich red lips
by the fevers of belief and greed

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

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

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

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

Holding court to holding to far graver arms
A downfall to all resounds
As orgies in self centered psalms

And nature screams her sufferings under and cankered wings
A bleak earth necrotica burning
Like the robes we've from her

She us lay her pain to rest
we are left with nothingness
Save for her and ravished flesh

And if her is not portent of apocalypse
Then the comets graxe nightskies
surely cleanse of wrongs and rights
When you and I and all dies

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

Be to fulfill prophecies
The fall of a sin dynasty
Glutted like fool's paradise, glutted on cruel

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

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