Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens flapping in night

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

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

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

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

For is a coprophagic
Backward head
Gorging on Her own end
And We have eaten
Until we're close to
Now grime is out
For us to make

To what 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 from the sea"

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

The thirteenth sign of the climbs
Cowled and scythed to 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

Fellated
congeal in clotted pearl
As He unfurls aching hibernation

Stormbringer drums thunder to Dis orchestra
As lighting streaks fire
Black clouds that shroud the
cold breasts have held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to
The moon is freed

Satan
The slash to the undergash
Of Heaven too slight for

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

Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian,
And tunnel vision
Bad in collision
The of eyes and jagged antler

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

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

In the start a cast
In morality
Our wore a mask
Of dead rooks in the
The World was our
No prayer, bent in
Our once lucent
with horn withered gray
And
As Aeons slew so we grew to
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through from our 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 In Gales
That turned tides
engulf their nation

Now divinity is a worm ridden
In a darkened house
by disease
So let the be wrung
the Banished Ones intent
On have won

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