Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

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

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

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the stench of and myrrh

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

He would have his demon, he would have his
All save his soul was up for
Despite their 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 of dawn
Sliding down the towers, it all smelt

He needed 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

Sweetest
Sweetest

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

So I shall thee
Demons of the

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

Time was right this wretched
To etch the circles clear

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

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

Gilles was wrapped in a velvet
Of and her seductions

The assassinated days as a gone by
Barron spitting acid as his magical
Lit demonic pyres once dying embers writhed

Sweetest
Sweetest