Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All mirrors lead to my
My exotic temple
Wherein my is both
Gracious and insatiable, pure and
For where pumps the heart of life
too seeps corruption

And from my new Eden of nightshades
Black hen-bane,
and roses weaned on tears and blood
Will rise up like

And the shadow of my consort
extend himself
Across the of the world
And hell will come him

Part of the garden, her dark
Fed blood by fronds
My heart hardened in her wet
mud in her slough of despond

But now
A path lies before me
The maze is ploughed half with hate
crop is dripping red

Beyond eleventh

Her and brute power
Grows by the day
And with each rose she deflowers
The longer her throes of stay

In her grip on sheets
Once our fingertips had dug and
She dreadful things to me

She wanted war God
The underdog baring sharpened
With her armies raised suffering
To ascend on jet black

She'd break off holy
On the racks of her witch
And the church beneath her heel
The Pope in to her cunt

A dark horse nightmares
To wring dry
A vampire madam
With vicious streaks, a mile

eleventh hour

Her kiss has dismissive
Her holds slight contempt
Instead eyes burn on the prize
Of fates she likes to tempt

In her grip on shredded
Gasping from conquered of passion
She dreadful things to me

She war with God
The underdog sharpened teeth
With her armies raised suffering
To ascend on jet black

She'd tear mighty spires
rear them up anew
Orders forged to her
The eleventh nearly through

Lilith, the abyss, the mists
That cause all to stray
How to resist seductive gifts
On the shore of her unholy

She calls my so softly
deep banks of scented fog
I almost lose myself it starts

But my spirit its silence
As I across the lake
A glimpse of harem
Now her velvet parts

She is glaring the moon

The wind down, eavesdropping
As I bow before her
And she to greet me
Like the royal bitch to she's grown

Come closer, what you to say?
Black cat got tongue?"
I am not slave
Nor are you my
But Isaac, I'm the one

I hold those cold eyes
Her once hypnotic
And eternal love then walk away
seethes behind me
Death adjusts her favorite
Another lover
By her sanguinary

Clasped in the garden, here you
This blustered through
I her pardon, swore my word
I'd score her sweetmeats just you

For now
The truth prone before me
I couldn't her even if she stormed
The heavens as promised

Beyond hour

Lilith, the abyss, the mists
Will come for you eve
the cusp of her lingering tryst
Before those fatal bleed

eleventh hour

She will of you a plaything
amusement for her bed
And when naked flesh to sing
She'll take your fucking instead

Midnight strikes, the candles
Muttering reeking spells
I their tongues, my heart a-flutter
words, I speak are gates to hell