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

He would rise
All done up on a plume of wings
Trafficking with
Sharing his cup amidst other graver

Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his
With the of pitch and myrrh

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

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

From the stained chapel to the lawn
In Caprineum on the
To the still lit and the slit 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 would
Or sighted, furred dragonflies, the signature of on a wall

maleficia
Sweetest

and sorcerers stitched his head
With the stench of and myrrh

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

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

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

So I shall thee
Demons of the

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

Time was right wretched night
To etch the clear again

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

Entangled in a dream, the full of steam
He scarce could see Joan's reflecting 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 velvet
Of hell and her

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

maleficia
Sweetest