Luyện nghe bài hát Carnal Malefactor

Below the lid of a vast monument
Trickling of vestiges and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the excess of fetid exhalation
And strangulation by the wreaths
Of the herds astray, in despair, blessed
With dilated of fire, slowly wafting down...
Say, does a maternal heart feel when merely
Vinegar stills your thirst?
You'd implore to harbour his in your chest...
To make burden yours, but... Sacrilege!
Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His will
When even your glance should never the soil?

There the fusion, there is the nucleus
Angel prick and semen,
And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden
by the father and seducing the son
There the fusion, there is the nucleus
A phallic communion that interior wastelands

He that to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb
With a candle in contemplation
And give voluptuous to vile insects
He soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
The scorpion shall the book of Salomon for you to see
And the snake slither out of the lips delivered once
The of man, born out of shameful maternity...
He soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
The lactiferous beast reason to appetite
Praised be nature, ciborium of shame and waste,
For in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible

There the fusion, there is the nucleus
Angel prick and holy
And a woman genuflecting an aroused of burden alike
Seduced by the father and the son
There resides the fusion, there is the
A communion that sanctifies interior wastelands
When a woman is by the claws of fowls attracted
By seminal odours no longer hidden by
And purified by their beaks her swollen vagina
When laments alter praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition
Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no
His birth does death subdue not, for my God of failed humility...
O Master, the eastern pillar of your is the organic fallibility.