Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

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

Praeclarum ovium lupum
Praeclarum custodem 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
of the dark creeping
Up and the countryside
angels out to pastume once again

Torture garden rules of apply
To flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic, erotica
Stinking of and worse, sulphur

So was the magic in this tragical kingdom
That the grew
Wise to the wolves that surprised their
Gagged in sacks and dragged to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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