Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

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

And after descenturies crawled, vilified
Our dark harkened day on spread now arrives

For eternity is a
figure head
Gorging on Her own end
And We have shit
we're close to addicts
Now is running out
For us to make

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

"To throw our fuck gates and guts
Of a severed land
Where we, the
Once ran
seamen from the phallus sea"

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

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

Throwing shades of war before prophecy
Nightbreed freed from the vasty
Nasty of freaks forsaken
And when sultry Dusk disrobes 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 unfurls from hibernation

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

Elated
The scimitar slash to the
Of too slight for penetration

We strike as from the thickening fog
To our throne over the stars of God
holy goats bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar
Bastioned in citadels and cells
That of blessed cunt
Like a convent where rust
From thirty dirty of shaved nun
where deeper needs are begged of lust
And cess and impress enough

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

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

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

In the start like a
In morality
Our hearts wore a
Of dead rooks in the
The was our cloister
No prayer, in shame
Our once plumage
with horn withered gray
And
As Aeons slew so we to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting from our roofed abyss
Like an greased fist
Now gates are so sorely missed
Our horror pours the orifice
Where once the spheres and kissed

Fellated
His coming
The In Gales
That bewail tides
That their nation

Now divinity is a ridden mouth
In a darkened house
Overrun by
So let the truth be
That the Banished Ones
On reinstatement won

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