Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical choirs beyond 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 whose fetters are addressed to all saints

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

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

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

For is a coprophagic
Backward figure
on Her own bitter end
And We eaten shit
Until we're close to
Now is running out
For us to make

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

"To throw our into gates and guts
Of a severed land
we, the damned
Once ran
Like seamen from the sea"

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

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

Throwing shades of war like prophecy
Nightbreed from the vasty deep
Nasty of freaks forsaken
And when sultry Dusk disrobes learn
She is not a natural
For the lower She goes the darker it
An Eve blows on Her knees for Satan

Fellated
Screams in clotted pearl
As He unfurls aching hibernation

drums thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting with fire
clouds that shroud the Earth
Whose cold breasts held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to
The moon is freed

Elated
The scimitar slash to the
Of too slight for penetration

We strike as from the thickening fog
To exalt our over the stars of God
Lowly holy goats the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a bearhunt
Bastioned in citadels and cells
That smell of cunt
Like a convent where rust
From dirty habits of shaved nun
There where needs are begged of lust
And cess and less impress

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

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

And God knows we victory
Now that we are
To drive home of blind faith through those
Who drove us from error to terror
Refugees clung to a crown furred in
with 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 wore a mask
Of rooks in the rain
The World was our
No prayer, bent in
Our once lucent
Stung with 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 archangels

Fellated
His assails
The In Gales
That bewail turned
That engulf nation

Now is a worm ridden mouth
In a high house
Overrun by
So let the truth be
That the Ones intent
On have won

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