Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

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

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

Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his
the stench 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 his vice
All save his was up for sacrifice
their raising not a single hair
Everything stank of witchcraft

From the stained chapel to the statued
In Caprineum on the
To the still lit and the slit of dawn
Sliding 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, furred dragonflies, the signature of Satan on a

Sweetest
maleficia

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

So I shall conjure
of the netherworld

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

Time was this wretched night
To etch the clear again

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

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 only devils 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 demonic pyres once dying embers writhed

Sweetest
maleficia