Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

And knows we sought victory
Chancing the
But when bad die were
We were down to die
A steeple of needles thrust into our
So scholars might say we 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 harkened day on spread wing now

For is a coprophagic
Backward head
Gorging on Her own end
And We eaten shit
Until close to addicts
Now is running out
For us to amends

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

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

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

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

Throwing shades of war like prophecy
Nightbreed freed from the vasty
reap 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 from aching hibernation

Stormbringer thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting streaks with
clouds that shroud the Earth
Whose cold have held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to
The crescent is freed

Elated
The scimitar slash to the
Of Heaven too slight for

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

Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian,
And Death's vision
Bad in collision
The locking of and jagged antler

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

And God knows we seek
Now we are unleashed
To drive nails home of blind faith those
Who drove us from to terror below
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 like a
In plays
Our hearts a mask
Of dead rooks in the
The was our cloister
No prayer, bent in
Our once lucent
Stung with horn withered
And
As Aeons slew so we to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through our roofed abyss
Like an aether greased
Now vulvite gates are so sorely
Our horror through the orifice
Where the spheres and archangels kissed

Fellated
His coming
The In Gales
That turned tides
That engulf nation

Now divinity is a worm mouth
In a high house
by disease
So let the truth be
That the Banished intent
On reinstatement won

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