Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

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

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Praeclarum custodem ovium

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

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

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

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

It's roads now home to a beautiful
her veil, spinning her lies
Tender eyes, ending danger

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

And though she walks the trails
far from innocent or frail
She leads down the path
Where dwells

That night is rife with the tower sings
Where so much foul illumination strikes a for the things
That and slather at the border of the pentagram
Mid sour dreams, a beauty for the gathering damned
Of slaughtered and tortured screams

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

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

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

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

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Praeclarum custodem ovium
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