Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All mirrors to my palace
My exotic temple
Wherein my is both
and insatiable, pure and obscene
For where pumps the heart of life
There too seeps

And from this my new Eden of
hen-bane, sphinxes
Opium and roses weaned on and blood
Will rise up like

And the shadow of my consort
Shalt himself
Across the of the world
And will come with him

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

But now
A path lies straight me
The is ploughed half through with hate
Andpher is dripping red

eleventh hour

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

In her grip on shredded
our fingertips had dug and clutched
She whispered things to me

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

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

A dark horse forcing
To wring dry
A vampire madam
With vicious streaks, a mile

Beyond eleventh

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

In her on shredded sheets
Gasping from conquered of passion
She dreadful things to me

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

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

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

She calls my name so
From deep banks of fog
I almost myself before it starts

But my spirit its silence
As I drift across the
A glimpse of harem
Now her velvet parts

She is glaring like the

The wind dies down,
As I bow her throne
And she to greet me
Like the royal to which she's grown

Come closer, what you to say?
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 hypnotic
And pledge love then walk away
Thunder seethes me
adjusts her favorite mask
Another lover
By her sanguinary

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

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

Beyond eleventh

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

eleventh hour

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 spells
I their tongues, my heart a-flutter
These words, I speak are to hell