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

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

and sorcerers stitched his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

The devout faded out but the remained
The candles burnt low and still came
Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent

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

From the stained chapel to the statued
In on the lake
To the lit crypts and the slit of dawn
Sliding the towers, it all smelt fake

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

maleficia
Sweetest

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the stench of and myrrh

Planchette to Blanchet, from to a priest
Returning with a spider for the feast
The Italian astrologer Prelati, 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 have his demon, he have his gold
Out of control Gilles' soul was
mistletoe and the glistening snow
Kissing in the shadow of saviors

So I shall thee
of the netherworld

The air was sick trepidation, despair and desperation
Then he fixed his in blood
Now all was and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty mead
His new world opened a claret flood

was right this wretched night
To the circles clear again

As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the
So too Prelati the dark
It's name was Barron, like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire
They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of

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 only to pursue

Gilles was in a velvet spell
Of and her seductions

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

maleficia
Sweetest