Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

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

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

And the of my dark consort
extend himself
Across the of the world
And hell will with him

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

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

Beyond hour

Her beauty and power
stronger by the day
And with each rose she deflowers
The longer her throes of 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
her armies raised from suffering
To on jet black wings

She'd off holy limbs
On the racks of her witch
And crush the church her heel
The Pope in to her cunt

A horse forcing nightmares
To submissive dry
A madam batter-fang
vicious streaks, a mile wide

Beyond eleventh

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

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

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

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

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

She calls my so softly
From banks of scented fog
I almost lose myself it starts

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

She is glaring like the

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

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

I hold cold deceiving eyes
Her once gaze
And pledge eternal then walk away
Thunder behind me
Death her favorite mask
Another smothered
By her sanguinary

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

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

Beyond hour

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

Beyond hour

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

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