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
at my bidding and I will grant you whatever you want
However and the curtailing of my life

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

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
With the stench of pitch and

The devout faded out but the remained
The burnt low and still nothing came
Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent

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

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

Sweetest
Sweetest

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

Planchette to Blanchet, ghosts to a priest
Returning with a spider for the 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 peaks

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

So I conjure thee
Demons of the

The air was with trepidation, despair and desperation
Then he fixed his in blood
Now all was rich and tapestried, wine 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 Prelati the dark
It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with
They fed him shredded infants on an altar of scars

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

Gilles was wrapped in a velvet
Of and her seductions

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

maleficia
Sweetest