Luyện nghe bài hát Hurt & Virtue

Distant vistas, swathed in the
Of the reddening
Fell to 'neath stars
That marred descending

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

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

Lifted the gift
Of dark seductive songs
She drifted from the
She was surely set

Courting chaos, in sight
Of the covering angel, in ways of
another lover
Other God

Worshiped in each other's
spider eidolons
The conducted like a charm
Those strange on

And this is how they to be
before the throne
Through tongues that hung whilst were run
On soft white throats and moans

Though fated now later
By his tutor that had
He the Creator
With the he had seen

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

His children to free will
And the cost of beaten
Like the night 'twixt vice and
When her kiss a scar

Seraph
Why has my lord my judgment
Am I not as he
To indulge my darkest

embittered lips
These words slaved
with the whips
Of witch hunt gathered

He her grave
Midst drowning crowds that howled in
Blasphemer, blasphemer though she was
Not lyriced to the song of their spirited
But ghosted back where she

A grace Michael
In a lace of tears that his pride
He swallowed, blood
with spit for all things divine
Though with spit for all things so fucking

His he tore and to the floor
He threw tie to heaven
holy war

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

Return their fallen
As he one final time
And threw a
a downward lance
That stung guilt in every mind