Luyện nghe bài hát Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens flapping in night

A tragic yet fall from grace
Too awful to for the led and the chaste
Those whose long fetters are to all saints

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

And Hell we sought victory
Chancing the
But when bad die were
We were cast to die
A steeple of needles thrust our eyes
So scholars say we were blinded by pride
Like the sin of Our Father (and the of our kind)
in Isaiah and Midian thrived
Regaining His sights for the storming of

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

For is a coprophagic
figure head
Gorging on Her own end
And We have shit
we're close to addicts
Now is running out
For us to amends

To retake what was lost
To exalt our throne above the of God

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

Atrocious oceans be crossed
To our throne above the stars of God

The thirteenth sign of the climbs
Cowled and to snuff the sunrise

Throwing shades of war before like
freed from the vasty deep
Nasty reap of freaks
And when sultry disrobes they'll learn
She is not a blonde
For the She goes the darker it grows
An Eve blows on Her knees for Satan

Fellated
congeal in clotted pearl
As He from aching hibernation

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

Satan
The scimitar slash to the
Of Heaven too slight for

We strike as wolves from the fog
To exalt our over the stars of God
holy goats bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a bearhunt
Bastioned in and monastic cells
That smell of blessed
Like a where crosses rust
From thirty dirty habits of nun
There where needs are begged of lust
And and less impress enough

Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian,
And tunnel vision
Bad in collision
The locking of and jagged antler

the seams of fate sewn over dreams
Feasting from of celestial thieves

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

In the like a cast
In plays
Our wore a mask
Of dead in the rain
The World was our
No prayer, bent in
Our once plumage
Stung with horn gray
And
As Aeons slew so we grew to
Revenge to a monolith
Bursting through from our abyss
Like an aether greased
Now vulvite gates are so sorely
Our horror pours through the
Where once the spheres and archangels

Fellated
His coming
The In Gales
That bewail tides
engulf their nation

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

We breathe by of their rot
Now our souls exult the stars of God