Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

I you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub
By the Father, the Son and the Spirit
By the Virgin Mary and all the saints to in person
So that you may speak to us and fulfill our
Come at my bidding and I will you whatever you want
However vile and the curtailing of my

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

Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his
the stench of pitch and myrrh

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

He would his demon, he would have his vice
All save his was up for sacrifice
Despite their raising not a hair
Everything stank of there

the stained chapel to the statued lawn
In on the lake
To the still lit crypts and the of dawn
Sliding down the towers, it all smelt

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

maleficia
Sweetest

Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his
the stench of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

So I shall conjure
Demons of the

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

was right this wretched night
To the circles clear again

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

in a dream, the mirrors full of steam
He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting
His last attempt to at God lay blackened in a holy fog
And now there were only devils to

Gilles was in a velvet spell
Of hell and her

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

Sweetest
Sweetest