Luyện nghe bài hát Death Magick For Adepts

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

Gova and Brueghel three times
Moon stain thy graves
For alone are at loss to trace
The face of inhuman wraith

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

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

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

Enter
Five aeons yet still man grasps
At final straws to 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
like fool's paradise gutted on cruel appetites

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

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

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

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

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

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

We've woven hearts a arbour
Left tear streaked upon the shore
And bereft of compass or more 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 slow dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever on the bounty prey to phallus seas
That 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 dashed by seismic waves