Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Dance

And she and she waited. Loving a time eaten by demons and
cursing the day. A sombre seed of a mirrored point, an idea.
Laughing in a kaleidoscope of blood and honey... it was all
a dream. The scream, the nod, the boy, the idea. The points
of frustration, inverted to decode, and now they're just
down. And the snakes who gave you life, mock from their
faraway silent mystery. The in green runs to her attic
temple, the sick and the moon all hers to chant in a dark
wood falls into her of the house she cannot find. Requiem
and wandering, shadows burnt in the dark. Fucking
herself in the dense where the cats all and guard, and her
offspring - a watery universe spark in the of thoughts and
orgasm. Where the cats are and the forest is home and the
blood is the life... A hypodermic, the of the temple. And
grim reaper, he won't come to her. And she puts a in the
cauldron night for his ghost, yet the birds always sing.
The necklace on her breast and fires at the moons touch.
The mingles with the dust of the grave, while the ashes
blow away. And the gate between and breath creaks wider
with the of the sun. Now she wears a cape.