Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

I conjure you Barron, Satan,
By the Father, the Son and the Holy
By the Virgin Mary and all the saints to in person
So that you may to us and fulfill our desires
at my bidding and I will grant you whatever you want
However vile and the of my life

He would rise
All done up on a plume of wings
with sycophants
Sharing his cup amidst other graver

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the stench of pitch and

The devout out but the pagan remained
The candles burnt low and nothing came
Bearing secrets from a cold malevolent race

He would have his demon, he would his vice
All his soul was up for sacrifice
their raising not a single hair
Everything stank of witchcraft

From the chapel to the statued lawn
In Caprineum on the
To the still lit crypts and the of dawn
Sliding the towers, it all smelt fake

He answers not advice, intending to devise
A lengthy of torture for the fool
Who thought a would suffice
Or sighted, furred dragonflies, the signature of Satan on a

Sweetest
maleficia

Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his
With the of pitch and myrrh

to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest
Returning with a spider for the feast
The Italian astrologer Prelati, sin

His fingertips were scented with the tears seraphim cheeks
Part and a hammer, cadaverous and glib
Commanding in a of frozen peaks

He would have his demon, he have his gold
Out of Gilles' soul was sold
Under and the glistening snow
Kissing in the shadow of saviors

So I conjure thee
of the netherworld

The air was with trepidation, despair and desperation
Then he fixed his in blood
Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty
His new world opened with a flood

was right this wretched night
To etch the clear again

As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the
So too brought the dark
It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, with fire
They fed him shredded infants on an altar of scars

Entangled in a dream, the full of steam
He could see Joan's face reflecting through
His attempt to grasp at God lay blackened in a holy fog
And now there were devils to pursue

Gilles was wrapped in a spell
Of hell and her

The assassinated as a Caesar gone by
Barron spitting acid as his guide
Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers

Sweetest
Sweetest