Luyện nghe bài hát Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids

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

Maleficent in dusky
Gathered satin lapped Her
Like blood the snow
A tourniquet of
at Her throat
Awakening, pulled the tomb
Her spirit freed eclipsed the
That She as a fallen star
A regal ornament from a far flung

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

Midst the whirl and daylight
Of society at
bedazzled, Her presence sought applause
Though Her shadow
Thrown upon cellar walls
Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her enthralled

Thirteen Winter had shown
Her path, that the
Had marked its
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 and for this toll
Reeking pyres smouldered
On the whims of one so in
Elizabeth, mysterious.
Cruelty brought orchids
From the of the abyss

Once atrocity when midwitches stifled cries
And abortive runes in reddened wombs
Exhumed by eyes
Madness upon
Her like an amourous lover's
Lifesblood upon Her skin
In gouts torture

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

Exacting
Her held a seance
Of spirits too trapped under glass to
A sleeter mistress than
threats to consume Her
Met with giving vent to Her swoon

Flat on Her
Pack-prey for the
Of verses and
That Her dreams
Midnightmare
Thirteen in Her
A disciple of
Branded years behind
split-thighed
By the Father of
An ovation of
Blushed the as they writhed

But Heaven is forever
She came, a spent
the clouds...

Leaving in office
Inside every
To lick holes
Blinding to the fate
Of forced naked
To defile on knees
and racked backwards
Menses choking pleas

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