Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

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

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Praeclarum custodem ovium

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

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

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

So black was the magic in this tragical
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
Tender eyes, ending danger

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

And though she walks the forest
far from innocent or frail
She leads them down the
Where dwells

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

garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred and the naked eye
Golgothic, erotica
of honey and worse, sulphur

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

Engorged on the hordes of the
forced, naked and blind
A holocaust mind designed their

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

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Praeclarum ovium lupum
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