Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

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

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

For eternity is a
figure head
Gorging on Her own end
And We eaten shit
Until close to addicts
Now grime is out
For us to make

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

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

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

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

shades of war before like prophecy
Nightbreed freed the vasty deep
Nasty reap of freaks
And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll
She is not a blonde
For the She goes the darker it grows
An Eve blows on Her knees for Satan

Satan
Screams congeal in pearl
As He unfurls from aching

Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis
As lighting with fire
Black that shroud the Earth
Whose cold breasts have held us in scar
But now the Sun is to come
The crescent is freed

Elated
The scimitar slash to the
Of Heaven too for penetration

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

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

Unpicking the of fate sewn over dreams
Feasting throats of celestial thieves

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

In the like a cast
In morality
Our hearts wore a
Of dead rooks in the
The was our cloister
No prayer, in shame
Our once lucent
Stung with withered gray
And
As Aeons slew so we grew to
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through from our roofed
Like an aether greased
Now vulvite gates are so sorely
Our horror pours the orifice
once the spheres and archangels kissed

Fellated
His coming
The In Gales
That turned tides
That engulf their

Now divinity is a worm mouth
In a darkened high
by disease
So let the be wrung
That the Banished Ones
On reinstatement won

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