Luyện nghe bài hát Death Magick For Adepts

Come distortured artists 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 stain thy
For words alone are at to trace
The face of today's inhuman

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

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

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

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

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

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

And nature her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings
A bleak scorched earth necrotica
Like the we've torn from her

She us lay her pain to rest
Lest we are left nothingness
Save for her stripped and flesh

And if her is not portent of apocalypse
Then the that graxe nightskies
We'll surely of wrongs and rights
When you and I and all else

rotting down this carcass maggotropolis
Interdependent as worms to the
Allah's true name is naught cannot save
Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic
Spells of regret magick for adepts

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

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

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