Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All mirrors to my palace
My exotic pleasure
my court is both
Gracious and insatiable, pure and
For pumps the true heart of life
too seeps corruption

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

And the of my dark consort
extend himself
Across the of the world
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 of despond

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

Beyond hour

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

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

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

break off holy limbs
On the racks of her hunt
And the church beneath her heel
The in homage to her cunt

A horse forcing nightmares
To submissive dry
A vampire batter-fang
With vicious streaks, a wide

eleventh hour

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

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

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

She'd tear mighty spires
Then rear up anew
forged 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 ways?

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

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

She is like the moon

The wind down, eavesdropping
As I bow before her
And she descends to me
Like the royal bitch to she's grown

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

I hold cold deceiving eyes
Her once gaze
And pledge eternal love then away
seethes behind me
Death adjusts her favorite
Another lover
By her darkness

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

For now
The truth lies prone 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
Lustrous the cusp of her tryst
Before those fatal bleed

Beyond hour

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

Midnight strikes, the sputter
Muttering their reeking
I snuff their tongues, my heart
These words, I speak are gates to