Luyện nghe bài hát Honey And Sulphur

So was the star under which I was born
That I have done no one in the world has done
No one can do

Praeclarum custodem lupum
Praeclarum custodem ovium

All Saints Day, the taint of
Blood and mud and all the same
To those who their ranks to Gille's men

Bricqueville, and De Sille
Creatures of the creeping
Up and the countryside
Little angels out to pastume once

Torture garden rules of thumb
To flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic, this
Stinking of honey and worse,

So black was the magic in this tragical
That the grew
Wise to the wolves that surprised children
Gagged in and dragged back to

It's now home to a beautiful stranger
Lifting her veil, her lies
Tender eyes, ending danger

It
A that chose death for it's bed muck
Prickles in wait thanking her
thighs her only hiccup

And she walks the forest trails
far from innocent or frail
She leads them down the
Where dwells

That night is rife with the tower sings
Where so much foul strikes a lighthouse for the things
That slither and at the border of the pentagram
Mid sour dreams, a beauty for the gathering damned
Of lambs and tortured screams

Torture garden rules of apply
To sacred and the naked eye
Golgothic, this
of honey and worse, sulphur

So black was the magic in tragical kingdom
In this of loup garou
moonstruck veins inflamed, deranged on
A of victims now tied to

Engorged on the hordes of the
Cherubim forced, naked and
A mind designed their exit

A libertine so
tore them limb from limb
Slitting their throats, on graves
Jesus but the devil made him

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Praeclarum ovium lupum
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