Luyện nghe bài hát Desire In Violent Overture

Nights came trailing ghost
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper
Playing torture chamber music
overtures, over throes trashed to crescendo

Skinless the dark shall
Hoarse her

Death mashed as the
had lifted her dreams
And frowned on the winding down
To where the vulgar
Taunting her tender prey
She glided in her bridal

How the pure
Desire in overture

An of phantom madness
The beheld in shroud
By girls bereft of future
Soon to wed in white the frosted
Burning a brand on the countenance of God
A yearning her hand to his seraphic

red hissed the cat whips
On the of every will
Whilst she entranced

Yea

How the pure
in violent overture
Oh, desire in violent

In a crescent white cellar of crushed
Pooled and broken dolls
A torch lit shadow theater
the echoed cries of lives she stole

Killing
She the hours dead
In her
Thus
Her clock of out cunts
to toll

Thirteen chimes of strain
I forth with dirge, aah
That the void with timbered pain
To fulfill my sexual

Oh, frights wailing from the dark side
Haunting lipless a fugue of arcane diatribes
Velvet, their voices coffined her in
and appeased
As pregnant skies outside bore

Yea

How sleep the
Desire in overture
Desire in

As when winds
whipped trees
Her nature pitched
Would once again conduct the
Of those she loved to

As if it
The first time every
That she carved her
In the of life