Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

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

Praeclarum custodem ovium
Praeclarum ovium lupum

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

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

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

So black was the magic in tragical kingdom
That the 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
eyes, never ending danger

It
A rose that death for it's bed muck
in wait thanking her spies
Trickling thighs her only

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

That is rife with celebration the tower sings
Where so much illumination 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 slaughtered lambs and screams

Torture rules of thumb apply
To sacred and the naked eye
Golgothic, erotica
Stinking of honey and worse,

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

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

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

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