Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All mirrors lead to my
My exotic pleasure
Wherein my is both
and insatiable, pure and obscene
For where pumps the true of life
too seeps corruption

And this my new Eden of nightshades
Black hen-bane,
Opium and weaned on tears and blood
rise up like lust

And the shadow of my dark
Shalt himself
Across the of the world
And hell will come him

of the garden, her dark Eden
Fed by poisoned fronds
My heart hardened in her wet
Treading mud in her slough of

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

Beyond hour

Her and brute power
stronger by the day
And with each that she deflowers
The longer her throes of madness

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

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

She'd break off limbs
On the racks of her hunt
And crush the church beneath her
The Pope in homage to her

A dark forcing nightmares
To wring dry
A vampire batter-fang
With streaks, a mile wide

Beyond hour

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She is like the moon

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

Come closer, what have you to
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 gaze
And pledge love then walk away
Thunder seethes me
adjusts her favorite mask
Another smothered
By her darkness

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

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

Beyond eleventh

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering
come for you this eve
Lustrous the cusp of her tryst
those fatal kisses bleed

Beyond eleventh

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

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