Luyện nghe bài hát Death Magick For Adepts

Come distortured artists bitter things seek
if they're madness to behold
Once forbears to horizons the dead stayed dreaming
Now waken souls that fear the living's toll

Gova Bosch and three times
wise stain thy graves
For words are at loss to trace
The of today's inhuman wraith

One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and
The other a mask of red lips
by the fevers of belief and greed

All damned in this inferno where averts his eyes
From the black mass gang rape
Of hands an forced divides

Trespass these seven gates to a world let to shades
Where seraphim bleat of their cold and coming race
In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a anon
will hatch like plots to dredge faeces to pearl their cross

Enter
Five aeons past yet man grasps
At final straws to save his

His lord is a leper we shall not want he betrayed us with lies
His acrid as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside
Gutted like fool's paradise gutted on cruel

Holding court to chaos holding to far graver
A downfall fatal to all
As orgies in self centered psalms

And screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings
A scorched earth necrotica burning
the robes we've torn from her

She us lay her pain to rest
Lest we are left nothingness
for her stripped and ravished flesh

And if her is not portent of apocalypse
Then the comets graxe nightskies
We'll surely cleanse of wrongs and
When you and I and all else

It's rotting down carcass maggotropolis
Interdependent as worms to the
Allah's true name is naught cannot save
Locked in a waltz of evermore steps
Spells of regret death for adepts

Be to fulfill prophecies
The glorious of a sin dynasty
Glutted fool's paradise, glutted on cruel appetites

We've woven hearts a arbour
Left tear streaked reason the shore
And bereft of compass or more set out for this world's end
Few at the prow most below painting coal a perfect gold

But for all it's the engines slow dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever on the bounty prey to phallus seas
hiss and foam to douse disease a storm roars on the way
Blacker than the ace of rapes out by death in darkwood glades
Our ship of fools all boards handmade sinks dashed by seismic