Luyện nghe bài hát Act III: Carnal Delight in the Vortex of Evil

The way to him is
unknown and
And the rests of those
who didn't him make it slippery
But it is at the of my
soul, so I the secrets to
walk along it staying

The threshold of his is
by a tangle of infected thorns
But my keeps its key

His throne is by 12 servants' stare
But he has called me, I felt him me
And he has given me the to bewitch them

His are icy
But he warms my naked with
his

The throb and the blood suspend
In the of him

His eyes, diabolical larvas his pupils, me
His captures me and penetrates my breast

Goblet of delicious wine
I give up to his grim embrace

of death

He is the
He is the
He is the
He is the
He is the mind in
the abyss
He injures and sates my
He lessens my
He appeases my
He is fire burning my
He is icy snow settling in my

Rod of serpents
Death and blood him
And my blood is the for his
ecstasy and his delight

Putrid carrion with seales
Obscure with smooth
skin of infant

Now I you
But he has always me