Luyện nghe bài hát Drink The Devil's Blood

Below the lid of a rounded monument
Trickling of gristly and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the horrible of fetid exhalation
And strangulation by the wreaths
Of the herds astray, arid in despair,
dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down...
Say, does a maternal heart feel when merely
Vinegar stills child's thirst?
You'd to harbour his torment in your chest...
To make this yours, but... Sacrilege!
Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His will
When even your glance never leave the soil?

resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
Angel prick and semen,
And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of alike
Seduced by the and seducing the son
There the fusion, there is the nucleus
A communion that sanctifies interior wastelands

He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh corruption
malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb
With a candle in contemplation
And voluptuous harbour to vile insects
He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap
The scorpion shall open the book of for you to see
And the snake slither out of the lips delivered once
The of man, born out of shameful maternity...
He soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
The lactiferous beast subjugated reason to
Praised be nature, ciborium of shame and waste,
For bathing in decline a redeemer of semen so contemptible

There resides the fusion, is the nucleus
Angel prick and holy
And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of alike
Seduced by the and seducing the son
resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
A phallic communion that sanctifies interior
When a woman is knead by the of fowls attracted
By seminal odours no longer by dignity
And purified by their beaks rummaging her vagina
When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing
Seers can say that his birth does death no more
His birth does death subdue not, for my God of failed humility...
O Master, the pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility.