Luyện nghe bài hát Drink The Devil's Blood

Below the lid of a vast monument
of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the excess of fetid exhalation
And uterine by the wreaths
Of the herds astray, arid in despair,
With dilated 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
even your glance should never leave the soil?

There the fusion, there is the nucleus
prick and holy semen,
And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of alike
by the father and seducing the son
There the fusion, there is the nucleus
A phallic communion sanctifies interior wastelands

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

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