Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

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

And from my new Eden of nightshades
hen-bane, sphinxes
Opium and roses on tears and blood
rise up like lust

And the shadow of my consort
Shalt extend
the face of the world
And hell will with him

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

But now
A lies straight before me
The maze is ploughed through with hate
Andpher crop is red

Beyond hour

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

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

She war with God
The underdog sharpened teeth
With her armies raised from
To ascend on jet 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 wring dry
A vampire madam
With vicious streaks, a wide

Beyond eleventh

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

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

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

She'd tear down mighty
rear them up anew
Orders to her desires
The eleventh hour nearly

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

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

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

She is glaring the moon

The dies down, eavesdropping
As I bow her throne
And she to greet me
Like the royal bitch to which grown

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

I those cold deceiving eyes
Her once gaze
And pledge eternal love walk away
seethes behind me
Death adjusts her favorite
lover smothered
By her darkness

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

For now
The truth lies prone me
I leave her even if she stormed
The heavens as promised

eleventh hour

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

eleventh hour

She make of you a plaything
Scant for her bed
And when flesh forgets to sing
She'll take your soul instead

strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering reeking spells
I their tongues, my heart a-flutter
These words, I speak are to hell