Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

I conjure you Barron, Satan,
By the Father, the Son and the Holy
By the Virgin and all the saints to appear in person
So that you may speak to us and fulfill our
Come at my bidding and I grant you whatever you want
However vile and the curtailing of my

He rise triumphant
All done up on a plume of wings
Trafficking with
his cup amidst other graver things

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
With the stench of pitch and

The devout faded out but the remained
The candles burnt low and still nothing
Bearing golden secrets from a malevolent race

He have his demon, he would have his vice
All his soul was up for sacrifice
Despite their raising not a hair
stank of witchcraft there

From the stained chapel to the lawn
In Caprineum on the
To the still lit and the slit of dawn
Sliding down the towers, it all fake

He needed answers not advice, to devise
A lengthy train of for the fool
Who thought a seance suffice
Or sighted, furred dragonflies, the signature of on a wall

Sweetest
Sweetest

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

Planchette to Blanchet, from to a priest
Returning with a spider for the poisonous
The Italian astrologer Prelati, sin

His fingertips were scented with the tears from seraphim
Part and a hammer, cadaverous and glib
Commanding in a voice of frozen

He have his demon, he would have his gold
Out of control Gilles' was sold
Under mistletoe and the glistening
Kissing in the shadow of abandoned

So I shall conjure
of the netherworld

The air was with trepidation, despair and desperation
Then he his covenant in blood
Now all was rich and tapestried, wine to shitty mead
His new world opened a claret flood

Time was this wretched night
To the circles clear again

As a labyrinth of razors led a man to the stars
So too Prelati brought the
name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire
They fed him infants on an altar full of scars

Entangled in a dream, the full of steam
He could see Joan's face reflecting through
His last attempt to grasp at God lay in a holy fog
And now there were only devils to

Gilles was in a velvet spell
Of and her seductions

The assassinated days as a gone by
Barron spitting as his magical guide
Lit demonic pyres where once dying writhed

Sweetest
Sweetest