Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

I conjure you Barron, Satan,
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 bidding and I will grant you whatever you
However and the curtailing of my life

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

Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his
With the stench of and myrrh

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

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

From the stained to the statued lawn
In Caprineum on the
To the still lit and the slit of dawn
down the towers, it all smelt fake

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

Sweetest
maleficia

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the stench of and myrrh

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

His fingertips were scented with the from seraphim cheeks
Part glamor and a hammer, and glib
in a voice of frozen peaks

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

So I conjure thee
Demons of the

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

Time was right this wretched
To etch the clear again

As a labyrinth of led a blind man to the stars
So too brought the dark
name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire
They fed him shredded infants on an full of scars

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

Gilles was wrapped in a velvet
Of and her seductions

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

Sweetest
maleficia