Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

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

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

For is a coprophagic
Backward head
Gorging on Her own end
And We eaten shit
Until close to addicts
Now is running out
For us to amends

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

"To our fuck into gates and guts
Of a severed land
Where we, the
Once ran
seamen from the phallus sea"

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

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

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

Satan
Screams in clotted pearl
As He unfurls from aching

Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis
As streaks with fire
Black clouds shroud the Earth
Whose cold have held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to
The crescent moon is

Satan
The slash to the undergash
Of Heaven too slight for

We strike as from the thickening fog
To exalt our throne over the of God
Lowly holy bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar
Bastioned in citadels and monastic
That smell of blessed
Like a convent crosses rust
From thirty habits of shaved nun
There where needs are begged of lust
And cess and impress enough

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

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

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

In the start like a
In plays
Our hearts wore a
Of rooks in the rain
The was our cloister
No prayer, bent in
Our lucent plumage
Stung with withered gray
And
As Aeons slew so we grew to
accrued to a monolith
Bursting through our roofed abyss
an aether greased fist
Now vulvite gates are so missed
Our pours through the orifice
Where the spheres and archangels kissed

Fellated
His assails
The In Gales
That turned tides
That engulf 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 souls exult the stars of God