Luyện nghe bài hát The Twisted Nails Of Faith

{Mirror, on the wall
Shouldest not grave be my all?
For if I shall see thy will be
Grant me the witchcraft of thy

Three dials froze in the shadow of six
As another passed to the grasping Styx
Clutching their trinket
Bats blew caves in a dissonant surge
Omens of from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis clung to full rebirth

Alone as a stone cold
The castle and its
Like dominion rose
A widow to the peaks
Wherein reclined the
Limbs purring from the

Bathed in white and like the night
Alive and and unfulfilled
Was it the cry of a
That broke the silver of enchanted thoughts?
Of her as a mere reflection
As the Moon's in narrow caught
That opened like eyelids on
The sigh of the woods that the wind upon

Like a siren song
the lilt of choirs choking
Where the vengeful

To the and her channel arts
She swept from towers at the hour of Mars
'Neath a stars in woven sky by scars
To unbind reins that kept in canter, despair
Shod on melancholy, to sanctuary there
In nether glades tethered where idols stared

Was it the of the mist
peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
Lost begging resurrection
From gods upon their forest
epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
Remission from despair through a of sin

In a tongue hilted in invective
Over signs and seals, the prayed
To death, to the slender veil
That ancient ones might rise

As shadows
The countess to masturbating with her dagger
As the witch spells
heavy roses all the way to Hell
As sudden thunder harangue
Announced two pincered
bane, something came
With the stench of necrophiled
To clandestines
Who shrank from horror
That the of mating ghouls inclined

Resplendent, in
Natal trophies torn from bellies of nuns
A demon, bewigged, bedight in
Prowled circle seeking entry to run
An arctic tongue upon her
Where smeared to alabaster thighs
Glittered like a contract in the of a whore
Receiving communion from the body of Christ

{If blood is what thou craves, foul
I will this witch to thee
If thou wouldst a veil for me
O'er scars of age and grief}

As the demon slavered vows
And bore his prey
In talons to perpetrate
The of eternal rape
The Sorceress in his grasp
Spat a final to stain
The with the promise
That her at war would be cruelly slain
And she would rot alone,

On the twisted of faith
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