Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All mirrors lead to my
My exotic pleasure
my court is both
Gracious and insatiable, and obscene
For where the true heart of life
There too corruption

And this my new Eden of nightshades
Black hen-bane,
Opium and roses weaned on tears and
Will rise up lust

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

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

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

Beyond hour

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

In her grip on sheets
Once our had dug and clutched
She whispered dreadful to me

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

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

A dark horse forcing
To submissive dry
A vampire madam
vicious streaks, a mile wide

Beyond eleventh

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 conquered peaks of passion
She dreadful things to me

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

She'd down mighty spires
Then them up anew
forged to her desires
The eleventh hour nearly

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

She calls my name so
From deep of scented fog
I lose myself before it starts

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

She is like the moon

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

Come closer, what you to say?
Black cat got tongue?"
I am not your
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
Death her favorite mask
Another lover
By her darkness

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

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

Beyond hour

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

eleventh hour

She will make of you a
Scant for her bed
And when naked flesh forgets to
She'll take fucking soul instead

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