Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

So potent was the star which I was born
That I have done no one in the world has done
No one can do

custodem ovium lupum
Praeclarum custodem lupum

All Saints Day, the taint of
and mud and thunder all the same
To those who close their ranks to men

Bricqueville, and De Sille
of the dark creeping
Up and down the
Little angels out to once again

garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and the eye
Golgothic, this
Stinking of honey and worse,

So black was the magic in tragical kingdom
the superstitions grew
Wise to the wolves surprised their children
Gagged in and dragged back to

It's now home to a beautiful stranger
Lifting her veil, spinning her
Tender eyes, never ending

It
A rose chose death for it's bed muck
Prickles in wait her spies
Trickling her only hiccup

And she walks the forest trails
She's far from innocent or
She them down the path
darkness dwells

That is rife with celebration the tower sings
Where so foul illumination strikes a lighthouse for the things
That slither and slather at the border of the
Mid sour dreams, a beauty pageant for the gathering
Of lambs and tortured screams

Torture rules of thumb apply
To flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic, this
Stinking of honey and worse,

So black was the in this tragical kingdom
In castle of loup garou
When veins inflamed, deranged on
A parcel of victims now to

Engorged on the hordes of the
Cherubim forced, and blind
A holocaust mind their exit

A so grim
Sometimes tore them from limb
their throats, pissing on graves
Jesus saves but the made him

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Praeclarum custodem lupum
Praeclarum custodem ovium
Praeclarum custodem ovium