Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

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

And from this my new of nightshades
hen-bane, sphinxes
Opium and weaned on tears and blood
Will rise up lust

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

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

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

Beyond eleventh

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

In her grip on sheets
Once our had dug and clutched
She whispered dreadful to me

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

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

A dark forcing nightmares
To wring dry
A vampire madam
With vicious streaks, a wide

eleventh hour

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

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

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

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

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

She calls my so softly
From banks of scented fog
I almost myself before it starts

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

She is like the moon

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

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 gaze
And eternal love then walk away
seethes behind me
Death her favorite mask
Another smothered
By her sanguinary

in the garden, here you heard
This story through
I asked her pardon, swore my
I'd score her sweetmeats like you

For now
The lies prone before me
I leave her even if she stormed
The heavens as promised

eleventh hour

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

Beyond eleventh

She make of you a plaything
Scant for her bed
And when flesh forgets to sing
take your fucking soul instead

Midnight strikes, the candles
Muttering their reeking
I snuff their tongues, my a-flutter
These words, I are gates to hell