Luyện nghe bài hát Drink The Devil's Blood

Below the lid of a vast monument
Trickling of vestiges and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the horrible excess of exhalation
And uterine by the wreaths
Of the astray, arid in despair, blessed
With dilated flakes of fire, wafting down...
Say, does a maternal heart feel when merely
stills your 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?

There resides the fusion, there is the
Angel prick and semen,
And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden
by the father 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 reap corruption
Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile womb
With a in reverential contemplation
And give harbour to vile insects
He that soweth to his flesh of the flesh reap corruption
The scorpion open the book of Salomon for you to see
And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered
The of man, born out of shameful maternity...
He that soweth to his shall of the flesh reap corruption
The lactiferous subjugated reason to appetite
Praised be human nature, of shame and waste,
For in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible

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