Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All lead to my palace
My pleasure temple
my court is both
Gracious and insatiable, and obscene
For where pumps the heart of life
There too corruption

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

And the shadow of my dark
extend himself
Across the face of the
And hell come with him

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

But now
A lies straight before me
The maze is ploughed half through hate
Andpher is dripping red

eleventh hour

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

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

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

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

A dark horse nightmares
To wring dry
A madam batter-fang
vicious streaks, a mile wide

Beyond hour

Her kiss has dismissive
Her glance holds contempt
those eyes burn on the prize
Of fates she really to tempt

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

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

tear down mighty spires
Then rear them up
Orders to her desires
The eleventh hour through

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

She calls my so softly
From deep of scented fog
I almost myself before it starts

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

She is glaring like the

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

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 hold those deceiving eyes
Her once hypnotic
And eternal love then walk away
Thunder seethes me
adjusts her favorite mask
Another lover
By her sanguinary

in the garden, here you heard
This story blustered
I her pardon, swore my word
I'd score her sweetmeats just you

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

Beyond hour

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering
Will for you this eve
the cusp of her lingering tryst
Before those fatal bleed

Beyond hour

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

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