Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

I you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub
By the Father, the Son and the Spirit
By the Virgin and all the saints to appear 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 would rise
All up on a plume of raven wings
with sycophants
Sharing his cup amidst graver things

and sorcerers stitched his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

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

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

the stained chapel to the statued lawn
In Caprineum on the
To the lit crypts and the slit of dawn
Sliding down the towers, it all fake

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

maleficia
Sweetest

and sorcerers stitched his head
With the stench of pitch and

Planchette to Blanchet, ghosts to a priest
Returning with a spider for the 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 have his gold
Out of control Gilles' soul was
Under mistletoe and the glistening
Kissing in the shadow of saviors

So I conjure thee
of the netherworld

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

was right this wretched 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 could see Joan's face reflecting
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 hell and her

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

maleficia
Sweetest