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 that you may to us and fulfill our desires
Come at my bidding and I will you whatever you want
vile 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

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

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

Sweetest
Sweetest

Alchemists and stitched his head
the stench of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

So I conjure thee
of the netherworld

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

was right this 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, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with
They fed him infants on an altar full of scars

in a dream, the mirrors full of steam
He could 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 wrapped in a spell
Of and her seductions

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

maleficia
Sweetest