Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical choirs beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens flapping in night

A tragic yet magical fall grace
Too awful to for the led and the chaste
Those whose long fetters are to all saints

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

And Hell knows we victory
the leash
But when bad die were
We cast down to die
A steeple of needles thrust our eyes
So scholars might say we were blinded by
Like the sin of Our (and the whims of our kind)
in Isaiah and Midian thrived
Regaining His sights for the storming of

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

For eternity is a
Backward figure
Gorging on Her own end
And We have shit
Until we're to addicts
Now is running out
For us to amends

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

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

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

The thirteenth sign of the climbs
Cowled and scythed to snuff the

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

Fellated
Screams in clotted pearl
As He from aching hibernation

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

Satan
The slash to the undergash
Of Heaven too slight for

We strike as wolves the thickening fog
To exalt our throne the stars of God
Lowly goats bare the brunt
Of dogmas on a stellar bearhunt
Bastioned in citadels and monastic
That smell of cunt
Like a where crosses rust
From dirty habits of shaved nun
where deeper needs are begged of lust
And cess and less enough

the ord of Our Guardian, Anger
And tunnel vision
Bad in collision
The of eyes and jagged antler

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

And God knows we victory
Now we are unleashed
To nails home of blind faith through those
Who drove us error to terror below
clung to a crown furred in flies
Tarred with red honey, the
Of many a spire that aspired to
Seeking that by us soon die

In the start a cast
In morality
Our wore a mask
Of rooks in the rain
The World was our
No prayer, in shame
Our lucent plumage
with horn withered gray
And
As slew so we grew to myth
Revenge accrued to a
Bursting through our roofed abyss
Like an aether fist
Now vulvite gates are so sorely
Our horror through the orifice
Where once the spheres and archangels

Fellated
His coming
The Night In
bewail turned tides
That their nation

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

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