Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

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

Praeclarum custodem ovium
Praeclarum custodem lupum

All Saints Day, the of rain
Blood and mud and thunder all the
To those who their ranks to Gille's men

Bricqueville, Prelati and De
Creatures of the creeping
Up and the countryside
Little angels out to pastume again

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
the superstitions grew
Wise to the wolves surprised their children
in sacks and dragged back to

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

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

And though she walks the forest
She's far innocent or frail
She leads down the path
darkness dwells

That night is with celebration the tower sings
Where so much foul illumination strikes a lighthouse for the
That slither and at the border of the pentagram
Mid sour dreams, a beauty pageant for the damned
Of slaughtered lambs and tortured

Torture garden of thumb apply
To sacred and the naked eye
Golgothic, this
of honey and worse, sulphur

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

Engorged on the of the anorexic
Cherubim forced, and blind
A mind designed their exit

A so grim
tore them limb from limb
Slitting their throats, pissing on
Jesus saves but the devil him

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Praeclarum custodem lupum
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