Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

And Hell we sought victory
Chancing the
But when bad die cast
We were cast 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 descenturies have crawled, vilified
Our harkened day on spread wing now arrives

For eternity is a
Backward figure
Gorging on Her own end
And We have shit
we're close to addicts
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 severed never
Where we, the
pleasured ran
Like seamen the phallus sea"

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

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

Throwing shades of war like prophecy
Nightbreed from the vasty deep
Nasty of freaks forsaken
And sultry Dusk 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

Fellated
Screams congeal in pearl
As He unfurls from aching

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

Satan
The scimitar slash to the
Of too slight for penetration

We strike as wolves from the fog
To our throne over the stars of God
Lowly holy goats bare the
Of rabid on a stellar bearhunt
Bastioned in citadels and cells
That of blessed cunt
Like a convent where crosses
thirty dirty habits of shaved nun
There where deeper needs are of lust
And and less impress enough

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

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

And God knows we victory
Now we are unleashed
To nails home of blind faith through those
Who drove us from error to below
Refugees clung to a furred in flies
Tarred with red honey, the
Of many a spire that to rise
Seeking Messiahs that by us die

In the start like a
In plays
Our wore a mask
Of dead rooks in the
The World was our
No prayer, in shame
Our lucent plumage
Stung horn withered gray
And
As slew so we grew to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through our roofed abyss
an aether greased fist
Now vulvite gates are so missed
Our horror pours through the
Where once the and archangels kissed

Fellated
His assails
The Night In
That bewail turned
engulf their nation

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

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