Luyện nghe bài hát Abigor

O most cenobite,
you wield whip
as though it another appendage;
me with pleasure-pain,
rip me with your
me with your saw-toothed cunt

Dead alive with darkness to match their sockets,
blaze with unmatched cruelty
Leave those thorns embedded in your scalp,
They look in far enough to hurt

Hell's polyhedron has you
peerless beauty drips of sin
In time of configuration,
blessed order prevail
Two sides to the war on
Leviathan, who smile, beams

in leather as it is,
I can't drink your neck
It shall its soft, cold, blue-white:
I'll your pround breasts with barbed wire
I to partake of their nectar... Is it pus?

I might breach your
and your face
I gag you with an urchin
I long to a quiet sight escape
your lovely lips as I bite your fettered, smooth

Love subverted, perverted
Bitch-goddess Abigor´s face
can mask her
Make you both her and her needles

Subjugate it, it,
flesh reordered of use
I now my life
to what Abigor has me