Luyện nghe bài hát Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision

(Quoth the Sky, Act II)

I before my reflection
With a adherent
Waiting beneath the for a purpose
To drink my tepid blood the chalice
Impart in the text of Scourge
And cleft through the veil of the
is to live
To the highest; and the is unjust

Fantasizing to the third of my gentile
In the of the mind appears
And with turbulence called I

The artfullness of the blind
For thee have I worshipped the
I cried, you perpetually died
...On top of Black of thy Septentrio
Animus of an Tetragrammaton
With stains, a lucid cicatrix of
With joyful, Endeavour
O lilywhite
as a thicket of thorns
With a of gold for thy throat
A crimson bow for thy
O lilywhite
You made ma dreams erroneous