Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All lead to my palace
My exotic temple
my court is both
Gracious and insatiable, pure and
For where pumps the true of life
There too seeps

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

And the shadow of my consort
Shalt extend
Across the of the world
And hell will with him

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

But now
A path lies straight me
The maze is half through with hate
crop is dripping red

Beyond eleventh

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

In her grip on shredded
Once our fingertips had dug and
She whispered dreadful to me

She war with God
The underdog baring teeth
With her armies raised 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 horse forcing nightmares
To submissive dry
A vampire madam
With streaks, a mile wide

Beyond eleventh

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

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

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

She'd down mighty spires
Then rear them up
Orders forged to her
The hour nearly through

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

She my name so softly
deep banks of scented fog
I almost lose myself before it

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

She is like the moon

The wind down, eavesdropping
As I bow her throne
And she descends to me
Like the royal bitch to which 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 deceiving
Her once gaze
And pledge love then walk away
Thunder behind me
Death adjusts her mask
Another smothered
By her darkness

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

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

eleventh hour

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

eleventh hour

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

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