Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

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

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Praeclarum custodem ovium

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

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

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

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

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

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

And though she walks the forest
far from innocent or frail
She leads them down the
Where dwells

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

Torture garden rules of apply
To sacred flesh and the eye
Golgothic, this
Stinking of and worse, sulphur

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

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

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

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Praeclarum custodem ovium
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