Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical choirs soar veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped in night

A tragic yet magical from grace
Too to taste for the led and the chaste
Those long fetters are addressed to all saints

Free shining souls torn from God's Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled sight

And knows we sought victory
the leash
But bad die were cast
We were cast to die
A steeple of needles thrust into our
So might say we were blinded by pride
the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind)
Whom in Isaiah and thrived
His sights for the storming of skies

And descenturies have crawled, vilified
Our dark day on spread wing now arrives

For eternity is a
Backward figure
Gorging on Her own end
And We have eaten
Until close to addicts
Now grime is out
For us to make

To retake what once was
To our throne above the stars of God

"To throw our into gates and guts
Of a never land
we, the damned
Once ran
seamen from the phallus sea"

Atrocious must be crossed
To exalt our throne the stars of God

The sign of the Zodiac climbs
and scythed to snuff the sunrise

Throwing shades of war like prophecy
Nightbreed freed from the vasty
Nasty of freaks forsaken
And when sultry disrobes they'll learn
She is not a blonde
For the lower She goes the it grows
An Eve that blows on Her knees for

Fellated
Screams congeal in pearl
As He unfurls from hibernation

Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis
As lighting with fire
Black clouds that shroud the
Whose breasts have held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to
The crescent is freed

Elated
The scimitar to the undergash
Of Heaven too slight for

We strike as from the thickening fog
To exalt our throne the stars of God
holy goats bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar
Bastioned in citadels and monastic
That of blessed cunt
a convent where crosses rust
From dirty habits of shaved nun
There where deeper needs are begged of
And cess and impress enough

Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian,
And Death's tunnel
Bad in collision
The locking of eyes and jagged

Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over
Feasting throats of celestial thieves

And God knows we victory
Now that we are
To drive nails home of blind faith those
Who drove us from to terror below
clung to a crown furred in flies
Tarred with red honey, the
Of many a that aspired to rise
Seeking Messiahs by us soon die

In the start like a
In plays
Our hearts wore a
Of dead rooks in the
The World was our
No prayer, in shame
Our lucent plumage
Stung with horn gray
And
As Aeons slew so we to myth
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through from our abyss
an aether greased fist
Now vulvite gates are so sorely
Our horror pours the orifice
Where once the spheres and archangels

Fellated
His coming
The Night In
bewail turned tides
That engulf nation

Now is a worm ridden mouth
In a darkened high
by disease
So let the truth be
That the Banished intent
On reinstatement won

We breathe by virtue of rot
Now our souls exult above the of God