Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All lead to my palace
My exotic pleasure
Wherein my court is
Gracious and insatiable, pure and
For pumps the true heart of life
There too seeps

And from my new Eden of nightshades
hen-bane, sphinxes
Opium and roses on tears and blood
Will up like lust

And the shadow of my dark
Shalt extend
the face of the world
And hell will come him

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

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

Beyond hour

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

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

She war with God
The underdog sharpened 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 beneath her heel
The in homage to her cunt

A dark horse forcing
To submissive dry
A vampire batter-fang
vicious streaks, a mile wide

Beyond hour

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She is like the moon

The dies down, eavesdropping
As I bow her throne
And she descends to 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 those cold deceiving eyes
Her once gaze
And eternal love then walk away
seethes behind me
Death her favorite mask
Another lover
By her sanguinary

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

For now
The truth prone before me
I leave her even if she stormed
The heavens as were

eleventh hour

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

eleventh hour

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

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