Luyện nghe bài hát Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids

Me now!
All should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow...

Maleficent in rose
Gathered satin lapped Her
Like blood upon the
A tourniquet of
at Her throat
Awakening, from the tomb
Her freed eclipsed the moon
That She outshone as a fallen
A regal ornament from a far nebular

Her likeness in the black gallery
Commanding
of Death to breathe...

Midst the whirl and fauna
Of society at
bedazzled, Her presence sought applause
Though Her torchlit
Thrown damp cellar walls
Greeted but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled

Thirteen Winter had shown
Her path, the dark
Had its dominion
the confessor
Whose she'd known,
As whipcord in the of Dog
Her cold meat on holy bone

of faith, She now embraced
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's
With this disdain, inside these
(Highborn that She was)
She sought to keep age would claim
Her soul was sold and for toll
Reeking pyres smouldered
On the of one so in control
Elizabeth, mysterious.
Cruelty thee orchids
From the of the abyss

Once upon when midwitches stifled cries
And carved abortive runes in reddened
Exhumed by scrying
Madness upon
Her like an amourous seed
splashed upon Her skin
In gouts torture

And to Her dead
Twas as if Her gleamed
Like an warmed by candles
erotic stains had cleaved
So dragged this libertine
screaming for release
Upon the flesh of maidens
As for caprice

obeisance
Her gaze a seance
Of spirits too trapped glass to commune
A sleeter than Luna
Whose threats to Her
Met with torments giving vent to Her

Flat on Her
for the reams
Of verses and
That haunted Her
Midnightmare
Thirteen in Her
A disciple of
Branded years behind
Ridden
By the Father of
An ovation of
the skies as they writhed

But Heaven is never
She came, a spent
the clouds...

Leaving in office
Inside every
To righteous holes
Blinding Lords to the
Of virgins forced
To defile on rent
and racked backwards
Menses their pleas

"More. Whore. More.
Twitching me wet with thee
rub me raw"