Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.D.

I on a pivotal stretch
a clockwork Christ
Bears stigmata, bored

And as I Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred
To see if I drew
Or litanies from the Lord

So the plot
the coming of days
Ill thickened
the claret I sprayed

And though saw red
I left a dirty stain
A know in the grain
On Eden's aid

So for the madness

I walked the walls, naked to the
In Sodom and
And through rich and corridors
Of the Vatican, I led a Borgia on

I the Urilia text
So mortals wormed
As bait for the dead

And as I hope, I choked
Another pope manna peel
to De Sade
In the dark of the Bastille

And as he wrote, I
A royal to the heads of France
And in the of guillotines
I saw others, fallen,

I was an
old fool
A that crawled
over the past

A wolf in shawl
A edge to the rule
That the overall
Were destined to last

So for the madness

I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of
Turning sermons with the
On witchfinder
Where bad lingered
Burning, as when Dante was freed to map

I schemes and the means
To catch sight of the
And the in between

And midst the and the curls
Of this of a world
In glimpses, I see
A nymph eyes for me

Eyes of fire that set all life
Lights surpassed art
In sight, that no intense device of
Could prise their secrets my heart

I knew not her
Though her kiss was the
Without a of shame
As either or sin's

And to her curve
I my destiny swerve
From damnation
To a permanent

So for the madness