Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

Free shining souls torn from given Reich
Defiled, reviled, from sight

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

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

For is a coprophagic
Backward head
Gorging on Her own end
And We have shit
Until we're close to
Now grime is out
For us to make

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

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

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

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

Throwing shades of war before like
Nightbreed freed from the deep
reap of freaks forsaken
And when sultry Dusk disrobes learn
She is not a blonde
For the lower She the darker it grows
An Eve that on Her knees for Satan

Satan
Screams congeal in clotted
As He unfurls from hibernation

Stormbringer drums thunder to Dis orchestra
As lighting with fire
Black clouds that shroud the
Whose cold breasts have held us in scar
But now the Sun is to come
The crescent is freed

Elated
The scimitar slash to the
Of too slight for penetration

We strike as wolves the thickening fog
To exalt our over the stars of God
Lowly holy goats bare the
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar
Bastioned in citadels and monastic
That smell of blessed
a convent where crosses rust
From thirty dirty of shaved nun
There where deeper needs are begged of
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 of fate sewn over dreams
Feasting from throats of thieves

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

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

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

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

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