Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

Free shining souls torn from given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled sight

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

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

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

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

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

oceans must be crossed
To exalt our throne the stars of God

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

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

Fellated
Screams in clotted pearl
As He unfurls from aching

Stormbringer thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting with fire
Black clouds that the Earth
Whose cold 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 as wolves from the thickening fog
To our throne over the stars of God
Lowly goats bare the brunt
Of rabid on a stellar bearhunt
in citadels and monastic cells
That of blessed cunt
a convent where crosses rust
From thirty dirty habits of nun
There where deeper are begged of lust
And and less impress enough

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

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

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

In the start a cast
In morality
Our hearts wore a
Of dead rooks in the
The was our cloister
No prayer, in shame
Our lucent plumage
Stung with horn gray
And
As Aeons so we grew to myth
accrued to a monolith
Bursting through our roofed abyss
Like an aether fist
Now vulvite are so sorely missed
Our horror through the orifice
Where the spheres and archangels kissed

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

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

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