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
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 raven
Trafficking with
Sharing his cup amidst graver things

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the stench of and myrrh

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

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

From the stained chapel to the lawn
In Caprineum on the
To the still lit 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 signature of on a wall

maleficia
Sweetest

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

Planchette to Blanchet, ghosts to a priest
with a spider for the poisonous feast
The Italian 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 his demon, he would have his gold
Out of Gilles' soul was sold
Under mistletoe and the glistening
Kissing in the shadow of saviors

So I shall thee
Demons of the

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

Time was right wretched night
To the circles clear again

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

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

was wrapped in a velvet spell
Of and her seductions

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

Sweetest
Sweetest