Luyện nghe bài hát Sweetest Maleficia

I you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub
By the Father, the Son and the Spirit
By the Virgin Mary and all the saints to in person
So that you may to us and fulfill our desires
at my bidding and I will grant you whatever you want
However vile and the curtailing of my

He would triumphant
All done up on a plume of wings
with sycophants
Sharing his cup amidst other graver

Alchemists and stitched his head
With the of pitch and myrrh

The faded out but the pagan remained
The candles burnt low and nothing came
Bearing secrets from a cold malevolent race

He have his demon, he would have his vice
All save his soul was up for
Despite their not a single hair
Everything stank of there

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

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

Sweetest
maleficia

Alchemists and sorcerers his head
the stench of pitch and myrrh

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

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

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

So I conjure thee
Demons of the

The air was sick with trepidation, and desperation
Then he fixed his covenant in
Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty
His new opened with a claret flood

Time was right wretched night
To etch the circles again

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

in a dream, the mirrors full of steam
He scarce see Joan's face reflecting through
His last attempt to grasp at God lay blackened in a fog
And now were only devils to pursue

Gilles was wrapped in a spell
Of and her seductions

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

maleficia
Sweetest