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 that you may 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 rise triumphant
All done up on a plume of raven
with sycophants
Sharing his cup amidst graver things

and sorcerers stitched his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

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

maleficia
maleficia

Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his
the stench of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

So I conjure thee
Demons of the

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

Time was this wretched night
To the circles clear again

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

Gilles was wrapped in a velvet
Of hell and her

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

maleficia
Sweetest