Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

And knows we sought victory
the leash
But bad die were cast
We were down to die
A steeple of needles into 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 sights for the of skies

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

For eternity is a
figure head
Gorging on Her own end
And We eaten shit
Until close to addicts
Now is running out
For us to make

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

"To throw our into gates and guts
Of a never land
we, the damned
Once ran
seamen from the phallus sea"

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

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

Throwing of war before like prophecy
Nightbreed freed the vasty deep
Nasty reap of forsaken
And when sultry Dusk they'll learn
She is not a blonde
For the She goes the darker it grows
An Eve blows on Her knees for Satan

Satan
Screams congeal in pearl
As He unfurls from aching

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

Satan
The slash to the undergash
Of Heaven too for penetration

We strike as wolves from the fog
To exalt our throne over the of God
holy goats bare the brunt
Of dogmas on a stellar bearhunt
in citadels and monastic cells
That smell of cunt
Like a convent where rust
From thirty habits of shaved nun
There where needs are begged of lust
And cess and less enough

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

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

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

In the like a cast
In morality
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 slew so we grew to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting from our roofed abyss
Like an aether greased
Now vulvite gates are so sorely
Our pours through the orifice
Where once the and archangels kissed

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

Now divinity is a worm ridden
In a darkened house
Overrun by
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