Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

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

He rise triumphant
All done up on a of raven wings
Trafficking sycophants
Sharing his cup amidst other graver

and sorcerers stitched his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

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

Sweetest
maleficia

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the stench of pitch and

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

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

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

So I shall thee
Demons of the

The air was sick with trepidation, 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

Time was right this night
To the circles 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
fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars

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

Gilles was wrapped in a spell
Of hell and her

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

Sweetest
Sweetest