Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

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

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

For eternity is a
figure head
Gorging on Her own end
And We have eaten
Until close to addicts
Now grime is out
For us to make

To what once was lost
To our throne above the stars of God

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

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

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

Throwing shades of war before like
Nightbreed freed from the deep
Nasty reap of forsaken
And when sultry Dusk they'll learn
She is not a natural
For the lower She goes the it grows
An Eve that on Her knees for Satan

Satan
Screams congeal in clotted
As He unfurls from hibernation

drums thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting streaks with
Black clouds that shroud the
cold breasts have held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to
The crescent moon is

Satan
The scimitar to the undergash
Of Heaven too for penetration

We as wolves from the thickening 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 deeper needs are begged of
And and less impress enough

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

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

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

In the start a cast
In morality
Our hearts a mask
Of dead in the rain
The was our cloister
No prayer, in shame
Our lucent plumage
Stung horn withered gray
And
As slew so we grew to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting from our roofed abyss
Like an aether greased
Now vulvite are so sorely missed
Our pours through the orifice
once the spheres and archangels kissed

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

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

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