Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical soar beyond veiled 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 torn from God's given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled from

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

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

For is a coprophagic
Backward figure
Gorging on Her own end
And We eaten shit
Until we're to addicts
Now grime is out
For us to amends

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

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

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

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

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

Satan
Screams congeal in clotted
As He from aching hibernation

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

Elated
The scimitar to the undergash
Of too slight for penetration

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

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

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

And God we seek victory
Now that we are
To drive nails of blind faith through those
Who drove us error to terror below
Refugees to a crown furred in flies
Tarred red honey, the plaster
Of many a spire aspired to rise
Seeking Messiahs that by us die

In the like a cast
In plays
Our hearts a mask
Of dead rooks in the
The was our cloister
No prayer, bent in
Our once lucent
Stung horn withered gray
And
As slew so we grew to myth
accrued to a monolith
Bursting through our roofed abyss
Like an greased fist
Now gates are so sorely missed
Our horror pours the orifice
Where once the spheres and kissed

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

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

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