Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

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

He would triumphant
All done up on a of raven wings
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 still came
Bearing secrets from a cold malevolent race

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

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

Sweetest
maleficia

Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his
the stench of pitch and myrrh

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

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

He would have his demon, he would have his
Out of control Gilles' soul was
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
Then he fixed his in blood
Now all was rich and tapestried, wine 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 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 full of steam
He scarce see Joan's face reflecting through
His last attempt to grasp at God lay blackened in a fog
And now there were devils to pursue

was wrapped in a velvet spell
Of hell and her

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

maleficia
Sweetest