Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All lead to my palace
My pleasure temple
Wherein my court is
and insatiable, pure and obscene
For where pumps the true of life
There too corruption

And from this my new Eden of
hen-bane, sphinxes
Opium and roses weaned on and blood
rise up like lust

And the shadow of my consort
extend himself
Across the face of the
And hell come with him

of the garden, her dark Eden
Fed blood by fronds
My heart in her wet season
Treading mud in her of despond

But now
A lies straight before me
The maze is ploughed half with hate
Andpher crop is red

eleventh hour

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

In her grip on shredded
our fingertips had dug and clutched
She whispered things to me

She wanted war God
The underdog sharpened teeth
With her raised from suffering
To on jet black wings

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

A dark horse forcing
To wring dry
A madam batter-fang
With vicious streaks, a wide

Beyond eleventh

Her kiss has dismissive
Her glance slight contempt
Instead those burn on the prize
Of she really likes to tempt

In her grip on sheets
Gasping from conquered peaks of
She whispered things to me

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

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

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering
That all souls to stray
How to those seductive gifts
On the of her unholy ways?

She calls my name so
From deep of scented fog
I lose myself before it starts

But my keeps its silence
As I drift the lake
A of harem secrets
Now her velvet parts

She is like the moon

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

closer, what have 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 deceiving
Her hypnotic gaze
And pledge eternal then walk away
seethes behind me
Death adjusts her favorite
Another lover
By her sanguinary

Clasped in the garden, here you
story blustered through
I asked her pardon, swore my
I'd score her just like you

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

eleventh hour

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering
Will for you this eve
Lustrous the of her lingering tryst
Before those fatal bleed

Beyond eleventh

She will make of you a
amusement for her bed
And when flesh forgets to sing
She'll take fucking soul instead

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