Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

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

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

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
With the 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 have his demon, he would have his vice
All save his soul was up for
Despite their raising not a hair
stank of witchcraft there

From the chapel to the statued lawn
In Caprineum on the
To the still lit crypts and the of dawn
Sliding the towers, it all smelt fake

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

Sweetest
maleficia

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

So I shall conjure
Demons of the

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

Time was this wretched night
To etch the circles again

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

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

Gilles was in a velvet spell
Of hell and her

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

maleficia
Sweetest