Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

And Hell we sought victory
the leash
But when bad die were
We cast down to die
A steeple of needles into our eyes
So scholars say we were blinded by pride
Like the sin of Our Father (and the of our kind)
Whom in Isaiah and thrived
Regaining His for the storming of skies

And descenturies 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 eaten
Until we're close to
Now grime is out
For us to amends

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

"To throw our fuck into gates and
Of a severed never
Where we, the
pleasured ran
Like seamen from the sea"

Atrocious oceans be crossed
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
freed from the vasty deep
Nasty reap of freaks
And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll
She is not a blonde
For the She goes the darker it grows
An Eve that blows on Her for Satan

Satan
Screams congeal in pearl
As He unfurls aching hibernation

Stormbringer thunder to full Dis orchestra
As streaks with fire
Black that shroud the Earth
Whose cold breasts have us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is to come
The moon is freed

Elated
The scimitar slash to the
Of too slight for penetration

We strike as from the thickening fog
To exalt our throne over the of God
Lowly holy bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar
Bastioned in and monastic cells
smell of blessed cunt
Like a convent crosses rust
From thirty habits of shaved nun
There where needs are begged of lust
And and less impress enough

Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian,
And tunnel vision
Bad thing in
The locking of eyes and jagged

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

And God knows we seek
Now that we are
To drive nails home of faith through those
Who drove us from error to terror
Refugees to a crown furred in flies
Tarred with red honey, the
Of a spire that aspired to rise
Seeking that by us soon die

In the like a cast
In plays
Our hearts a mask
Of dead in the rain
The was our cloister
No prayer, in shame
Our lucent plumage
with horn withered gray
And
As Aeons slew so we to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through from our abyss
Like an greased fist
Now vulvite are so sorely missed
Our horror pours the orifice
Where the spheres and archangels kissed

Fellated
His coming
The Night In
That bewail tides
That engulf nation

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

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