Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

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

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

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

And knows we sought victory
the leash
But when bad die cast
We were cast to die
A steeple of thrust into 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
Regaining His sights for the storming of

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

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

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

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

Atrocious must be crossed
To exalt our throne above the of God

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

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

Fellated
congeal in clotted pearl
As He from aching hibernation

Stormbringer drums thunder to Dis orchestra
As lighting streaks with
clouds that shroud the Earth
Whose cold breasts have us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to
The crescent moon is

Elated
The scimitar slash to the
Of too slight for penetration

We strike as wolves from the fog
To our throne over the stars of God
Lowly holy bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a bearhunt
in citadels and monastic cells
That smell of cunt
Like a convent where rust
From thirty dirty habits of nun
There where deeper are begged of lust
And cess and less enough

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

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

And God knows we seek
Now that we are
To drive nails of blind faith through those
Who drove us from to terror below
Refugees clung to a crown furred in
Tarred red honey, the plaster
Of many a spire aspired to rise
Seeking Messiahs by us soon die

In the start like a
In plays
Our hearts a mask
Of rooks in the rain
The World was our
No prayer, bent in
Our lucent plumage
Stung with horn withered
And
As Aeons slew so we to myth
accrued to a monolith
Bursting from 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 In Gales
That turned tides
That their nation

Now divinity is a ridden mouth
In a darkened house
Overrun by
So let the truth be
That the Ones intent
On have won

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