Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

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

Praeclarum custodem lupum
Praeclarum ovium lupum

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

Bricqueville, Prelati and De
Creatures of the creeping
Up and down the
Little out to pastume once again

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

So black was the in this tragical kingdom
the superstitions grew
Wise to the wolves that surprised their
Gagged in sacks and back to

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

It
A rose that chose death for bed muck
Prickles in wait her spies
Trickling thighs her only

And though she walks the forest
She's far from or frail
She them down the path
Where darkness

That night is rife with celebration the sings
Where so much foul strikes a lighthouse for the things
That and slather at the border of the pentagram
Mid sour dreams, a pageant for the gathering damned
Of slaughtered lambs and tortured

Torture garden rules of thumb
To flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic, this
of honey and worse, sulphur

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

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

A libertine so
Sometimes them limb from limb
Slitting their throats, on graves
Jesus saves but the made him

Praeclarum custodem ovium
Praeclarum custodem ovium
Praeclarum ovium lupum
Praeclarum custodem lupum