Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

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

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

For eternity is a
Backward head
Gorging on Her own end
And We have shit
Until close to addicts
Now is running out
For us to make

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

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

oceans must be crossed
To exalt our throne above the of God

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

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

Satan
Screams in clotted pearl
As He from aching hibernation

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

Satan
The scimitar to the undergash
Of Heaven too slight for

We strike as wolves the thickening fog
To exalt our throne the stars of God
Lowly holy goats the brunt
Of rabid on a stellar bearhunt
Bastioned in citadels and cells
That smell of cunt
Like a convent where rust
From thirty habits of shaved nun
There where deeper are begged of lust
And cess and impress enough

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

Unpicking the seams of sewn over dreams
Feasting throats of celestial thieves

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

In the start a cast
In plays
Our hearts wore a
Of rooks in the rain
The was our cloister
No prayer, bent in
Our once plumage
Stung with horn withered
And
As Aeons slew so we grew to
accrued to a monolith
Bursting from our roofed abyss
Like an aether greased
Now gates are so sorely missed
Our horror through the orifice
Where once the spheres and kissed

Fellated
His assails
The In Gales
That bewail turned
engulf their nation

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

We breathe by of their rot
Now our souls exult the stars of God