Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in

A tragic yet magical fall from
Too to taste for the led and the chaste
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all

shining souls torn from God's given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled sight

And Hell knows we sought
the leash
But bad die were cast
We cast down to die
A of needles thrust into our eyes
So scholars might say we were by pride
the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind)
Whom in Isaiah and thrived
His sights for the storming of skies

And descenturies have crawled, vilified
Our dark day on spread wing now arrives

For eternity is a
figure head
Gorging on Her own end
And We have eaten
Until we're close to
Now is running out
For us to amends

To retake what once was
To exalt our throne the stars of God

"To our fuck into gates and guts
Of a severed never
we, the damned
Once ran
Like from the phallus sea"

Atrocious oceans be crossed
To our throne above the stars of God

The thirteenth of the Zodiac climbs
Cowled and scythed to the sunrise

Throwing shades of war before prophecy
Nightbreed freed from the vasty
reap of freaks forsaken
And sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learn
She is not a blonde
For the lower She the darker it grows
An Eve that blows on Her for Satan

Satan
Screams congeal in pearl
As He unfurls aching hibernation

Stormbringer drums thunder to Dis orchestra
As lighting streaks with
clouds that shroud the Earth
Whose cold breasts have us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is to come
The crescent moon is

Satan
The slash to the undergash
Of Heaven too for penetration

We as wolves from the thickening fog
To our throne over the stars of God
holy goats bare the brunt
Of dogmas on a stellar bearhunt
Bastioned in citadels and cells
That smell of blessed
a convent where crosses rust
From thirty dirty of shaved nun
There where deeper are begged of lust
And cess and less enough

Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian,
And Death's vision
Bad thing in
The of eyes and jagged antler

Unpicking the seams of fate sewn dreams
Feasting from of celestial thieves

And God we seek victory
Now that we are
To nails home of blind faith through those
Who us from error to terror below
Refugees clung to a crown in flies
Tarred red honey, the plaster
Of many a spire aspired to rise
Seeking Messiahs that by us die

In the like a cast
In plays
Our hearts a mask
Of dead rooks in the
The was our cloister
No prayer, in shame
Our once plumage
Stung horn withered gray
And
As Aeons slew so we grew to
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through from our roofed
Like an aether fist
Now vulvite gates are so missed
Our horror pours through the
Where once the and archangels kissed

Fellated
His assails
The Night In
That turned tides
That their nation

Now divinity is a worm ridden
In a darkened high
Overrun by
So let the be wrung
That the Ones intent
On reinstatement won

We by virtue of their rot
Now our souls exult above the of God