Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

I conjure you Barron, Satan,
By the Father, the Son and the Spirit
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 grant you whatever you want
However and the curtailing of my life

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

Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his
With the stench of pitch and

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

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

From the chapel 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 needed answers not advice, intending to
A lengthy train of for the fool
Who a seance would suffice
Or sighted, furred dragonflies, the signature of Satan on a

Sweetest
maleficia

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the stench of pitch and

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

His fingertips were with the tears from seraphim cheeks
glamor and a hammer, cadaverous and glib
Commanding in a voice of peaks

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

So I shall thee
of the netherworld

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

Time was right this night
To the circles clear again

As a labyrinth of led a blind man to the stars
So too brought 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 mirrors of steam
He scarce could see Joan's face through
His attempt to grasp at God lay blackened in a holy fog
And now there were only to pursue

Gilles was wrapped in a spell
Of and her seductions

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

maleficia
Sweetest