Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

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

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

For is a coprophagic
figure head
Gorging on Her own end
And We eaten shit
Until we're to addicts
Now is running out
For us to make

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

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

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

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

Throwing shades of war like prophecy
freed from the vasty deep
Nasty of freaks forsaken
And when Dusk disrobes they'll learn
She is not a natural
For the lower She goes the darker it
An Eve that blows on Her for Satan

Satan
Screams congeal in pearl
As He unfurls from aching

drums thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting streaks fire
Black clouds that the Earth
Whose cold breasts have held us in pillories
But now the Sun is to come
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 the stars of God
holy goats bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar
Bastioned in and monastic cells
That of blessed cunt
Like a convent where rust
From thirty dirty of shaved nun
There where deeper needs are of lust
And cess and less enough

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

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

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

In the start like a
In morality
Our hearts a mask
Of rooks in the rain
The was our cloister
No prayer, in shame
Our once lucent
Stung horn withered gray
And
As Aeons so we grew to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting from our roofed abyss
an aether greased fist
Now vulvite are so sorely missed
Our pours through the orifice
once the spheres and archangels kissed

Fellated
His assails
The Night In
That bewail tides
That engulf their

Now divinity is a worm ridden
In a high house
by disease
So let the truth be
That the Banished Ones
On reinstatement won

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