Luyện nghe bài hát Death Magick For Adepts

Come artists bitter things seek meaning
if they're madness to behold
Once forbears to where the dead stayed dreaming
Now waken souls that fear the living's toll

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holding court to chaos to far graver arms
A downfall fatal to all
As orgies in self centered psalms

And nature screams her sufferings bowed and cankered wings
A bleak scorched earth burning
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 of apocalypse
Then the that graxe nightskies
We'll surely cleanse of wrongs and
When you and I and all else

It's rotting down carcass maggotropolis
as worms to the grave
Allah's true name is naught Christ save
Locked in a waltz of frantic steps
Spells of regret death for adepts

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

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

But for all worth the engines slow dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever sodomy on the bounty to phallus seas
hiss and foam to douse disease 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