Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

I conjure you Barron, Satan,
By the Father, the Son and the Holy
By the Virgin Mary and all the saints to appear in
So that you may speak to us and fulfill our
Come at my bidding and I will grant you whatever you
However and the curtailing of my life

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

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
With the stench of pitch and

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

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

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

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

Sweetest
Sweetest

and sorcerers stitched his head
With the stench of and myrrh

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

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

He would his demon, he would have his gold
Out of Gilles' soul was sold
Under and the glistening snow
Kissing in the shadow of saviors

So I shall conjure
of the netherworld

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

Time was this wretched night
To etch the circles clear

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

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

was wrapped in a velvet spell
Of and her seductions

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

maleficia
Sweetest