Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

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

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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, and De Sille
Creatures of the 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 in this tragical kingdom
That the superstitions
Wise to the that surprised their children
in sacks and dragged back to

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

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

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

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

garden rules of thumb apply
To flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic, erotica
Stinking of honey and worse,

So was the magic 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 holocaust mind their exit

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

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Praeclarum custodem ovium
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