Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

Free shining souls torn from given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled from

And Hell knows we sought
Chancing the
But when bad die 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 Midian
His sights for the storming of skies

And after have crawled, vilified
Our dark harkened day on wing now arrives

For eternity is a
Backward figure
on Her own bitter end
And We eaten shit
Until close to addicts
Now is running out
For us to make

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

"To throw our fuck gates and guts
Of a never land
Where we, the
Once ran
Like seamen from the sea"

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

The sign of the Zodiac climbs
and scythed to snuff the sunrise

Throwing shades of war before prophecy
Nightbreed freed from the vasty
Nasty reap of freaks
And when sultry disrobes they'll learn
She is not a natural
For the She goes the darker it grows
An Eve that blows on Her knees for

Satan
Screams congeal in pearl
As He unfurls aching hibernation

drums thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting with fire
Black that shroud the Earth
Whose cold breasts have held us in pillories
But now the Sun is loath to
The crescent is freed

Satan
The scimitar slash to the
Of Heaven too for penetration

We strike as wolves from the fog
To exalt our throne the stars of God
Lowly holy goats bare the
Of rabid dogmas on a bearhunt
Bastioned in citadels and cells
That smell of blessed
Like a where crosses rust
From thirty habits of shaved nun
There where deeper needs are of lust
And and less impress enough

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

the seams of fate sewn over dreams
Feasting from throats of celestial

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

In the start a cast
In plays
Our wore a mask
Of dead rooks in the
The was our cloister
No prayer, bent in
Our once lucent
Stung with withered gray
And
As Aeons so we grew to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through from our abyss
an aether greased fist
Now vulvite are so sorely missed
Our horror pours the orifice
Where once the and archangels kissed

Fellated
His assails
The In Gales
That bewail tides
That engulf nation

Now divinity is a worm mouth
In a darkened house
Overrun by
So let the truth be
the Banished Ones intent
On have won

We breathe by virtue of rot
Now our exult above the stars of God