Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

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

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

For is a coprophagic
Backward figure
on Her own bitter end
And We have shit
Until we're close to
Now grime is out
For us to amends

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
Like seamen the phallus sea"

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

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

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

Satan
Screams congeal in pearl
As He unfurls from hibernation

Stormbringer thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting streaks fire
Black that shroud the Earth
Whose breasts have held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to
The crescent moon is

Satan
The scimitar slash to the
Of Heaven too for penetration

We strike as wolves from the fog
To our throne over the stars of God
Lowly holy bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a bearhunt
in citadels and monastic cells
That of blessed cunt
a convent where crosses rust
From thirty dirty habits of nun
There where deeper needs are begged of
And cess and impress enough

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

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

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

In the start a cast
In morality
Our hearts wore a
Of dead rooks in the
The was our cloister
No prayer, bent in
Our once plumage
Stung horn withered gray
And
As Aeons slew so we to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through from our abyss
Like an aether greased
Now vulvite gates are so sorely
Our horror pours through the
Where the spheres and archangels kissed

Fellated
His assails
The Night In
That turned tides
That their nation

Now is a worm ridden mouth
In a darkened high
Overrun by
So let the truth be
That the Banished intent
On reinstatement won

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