Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All lead to my palace
My pleasure temple
my court is both
Gracious and insatiable, pure and
For where the true heart of life
There too 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 consort
Shalt himself
Across the face of the
And hell will come him

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

But now
A path straight before me
The maze is ploughed through with hate
Andpher is dripping red

Beyond hour

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

In her on shredded sheets
our fingertips had dug and clutched
She dreadful things to me

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

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

A dark horse nightmares
To wring dry
A madam batter-fang
With streaks, a mile wide

Beyond hour

Her kiss has turned
Her glance holds 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 wanted war God
The baring sharpened teeth
With her armies from suffering
To ascend on jet wings

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

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

She my name so softly
From deep of scented fog
I almost lose myself it starts

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

She is glaring the moon

The wind dies down,
As I bow before her
And she descends to me
Like the royal bitch to which grown

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

I hold those deceiving eyes
Her once gaze
And pledge eternal then walk away
Thunder behind me
adjusts her favorite mask
Another smothered
By her darkness

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

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

Beyond eleventh

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

eleventh hour

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

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