Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in

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

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

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

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

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

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

"To throw our into gates and guts
Of a never 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
and scythed to snuff the sunrise

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

Satan
Screams congeal in clotted
As He from aching hibernation

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

Satan
The scimitar to the undergash
Of Heaven too for penetration

We strike as wolves the thickening fog
To exalt our throne the stars of God
Lowly goats bare the brunt
Of dogmas on a stellar bearhunt
in citadels and monastic cells
That smell of blessed
Like a convent crosses rust
From thirty habits of shaved nun
There where deeper needs are of lust
And cess and less enough

the ord of Our Guardian, Anger
And Death's vision
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 seek
Now that we are
To drive nails of blind faith through those
Who drove us error to terror below
Refugees to a crown furred in flies
Tarred with red honey, the
Of many a 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, bent in
Our once plumage
with horn withered gray
And
As Aeons so we grew to myth
accrued to a monolith
Bursting through our roofed abyss
an aether greased fist
Now vulvite are so sorely missed
Our horror pours through the
Where once the spheres and archangels

Fellated
His coming
The Night In
bewail turned tides
That engulf their

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

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