Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical choirs beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens 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 torn from given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled sight

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

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

For eternity is a
figure head
Gorging on Her own end
And We eaten shit
Until we're close to
Now is running out
For us to amends

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

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

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

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

Throwing shades of war like prophecy
freed from the vasty deep
Nasty reap of freaks
And when sultry 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

Satan
Screams congeal in clotted
As He unfurls from aching

Stormbringer thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting with fire
Black that 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 to the undergash
Of too slight 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 of blessed cunt
a convent where crosses rust
From dirty habits of shaved nun
There where needs are begged of lust
And cess and less impress

the ord of Our Guardian, Anger
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 knows we victory
Now we are unleashed
To drive nails home of blind faith those
Who drove us from error to below
Refugees clung to a furred in flies
Tarred red honey, the plaster
Of many a that aspired to rise
Seeking Messiahs that by us die

In the like a cast
In morality
Our hearts wore a
Of dead rooks in the
The was our cloister
No prayer, bent in
Our once lucent
Stung horn withered gray
And
As Aeons so we grew to myth
accrued to a monolith
Bursting from our roofed abyss
Like an greased fist
Now vulvite gates are so missed
Our horror through the orifice
Where the spheres and archangels kissed

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

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

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