Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

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

custodem ovium lupum
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, Prelati and De
of the dark creeping
Up and down the
Little angels out to pastume again

Torture garden rules of apply
To flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic, this
Stinking of honey and worse,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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