Luyện nghe bài hát Babalon A.d. (so Glad For The Madness)

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

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

So the plot
the coming of days
Ill millennia
With the 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 the walls, naked to the moon
In Sodom and
And rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican, I led a sordid on

I read the Urilia
So that mortals
As bait for the dead

And as I broke hope, I
pope with manna peel
Dictating to De
In the dark entrails of the

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

I was an
old fool
A phagadaena that
Drooling over the

A wolf in shawl
A razor's edge to the
the stars overall
Were destined to last

So glad for the

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

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

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

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

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

And pressed to her
I felt my destiny
From reserved
To a grin

So glad for the