Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt & Virtue

Distant vistas, swathed in the
Of the sunset
to whispers 'neath stars
That marred descending

From the cusp of mountains
Wending as a
Rebels with Feriluce
(In truth, few resist)

Came praising his hell raising
The and marble clime
Where Virtue bathed, their made
Her fountains with wine

Lifted with the
Of dark seductive songs
She drifted from the
She was set upon

Courting chaos, prized in
Of the angel, taught in ways of
Smothering lover
than God

Worshiped in each arms
spider eidolons
The conducted like a charm
strange attachments on

And is how they came to be
Dragged the throne
tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
On white throats and punctured moans

Though fated now later
By his that had been
He the Creator
With the future he had

Of Michael, with jealousies
A Reich right by his
And Man about to be
The of his eye

His children lost to free
And the of beaten hearts
the night 'twixt vice and Virtue
When her became a scar

Seraph
Why has my lord forsaken my
Am I not as he
To my darkest fantasies?

From lips
These words were
Split the whips
Of witch hunt gathered

He sought her
Midst drowning crowds howled in rage
Blasphemer, though she was gone
Not lyriced to the of their spirited throng
But back where she belong

A embracing Michael
In a lace of that bleared his pride
He swallowed, followed
with spit for all things divine
Though spit for all things so fucking blind

His seal he tore and to the
He this tie to heaven
holy war

And watchful of sign
A thousand flames,
Left posts
To coalesce and,

Return their fallen
As he turned one final
And a glance
a downward lance
That stung like guilt in every