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 appear in
So you may speak to us and fulfill our desires
at my bidding and I will grant you whatever you want
However and the curtailing of my life

He rise triumphant
All done up on a of raven wings
Trafficking sycophants
his cup amidst other graver things

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
With the stench of pitch and

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

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

From the stained chapel to the lawn
In Caprineum on the
To the still lit crypts and the slit of
Sliding down the towers, it all fake

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

Sweetest
Sweetest

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
the stench of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

So I shall conjure
Demons of the

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

Time was right this wretched
To etch the circles clear

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

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

was wrapped in a velvet spell
Of and her seductions

The days as a Caesar gone by
Barron acid as his magical guide
Lit demonic where once dying embers writhed

Sweetest
Sweetest