Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

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

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

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
the stench of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

He answers not advice, intending to devise
A lengthy 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
With the of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

So I shall thee
Demons of the

The air was sick 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 claret

Time was right wretched night
To etch the circles again

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

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

Gilles was wrapped in a spell
Of and her seductions

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

Sweetest
Sweetest