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 speak to us and fulfill our
at my bidding and I will grant you whatever you want
However vile and the of my life

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

and sorcerers stitched his head
With the stench of pitch and

The faded out but the pagan remained
The burnt low and still nothing came
Bearing golden from a cold malevolent race

He would have his demon, he would have his
All save his soul was up for
Despite their raising not a single
Everything of witchcraft there

From the stained chapel to the statued
In on the lake
To the still lit crypts and the slit of
Sliding the towers, it all smelt fake

He needed 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 his head
With the stench of and myrrh

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

His fingertips were scented with the from seraphim cheeks
Part glamor and a hammer, and glib
in a voice of frozen peaks

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

So I conjure thee
Demons of the

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

Time was right this night
To etch the circles clear

As a labyrinth of razors led a man to the stars
So too brought the dark
name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire
They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of

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

Gilles was wrapped in a spell
Of and her seductions

The assassinated days as a gone by
spitting acid as his magical guide
Lit demonic pyres where once dying writhed

Sweetest
maleficia