Luyện nghe bài hát Desire In Violent Overture

Nights trailing ghost concertos
Heartstrings a of skeletal reaper bows
Playing torture music allegretto
Conducting overtures, over trashed to crescendo

Skinless the dark scream
her symphonies

Death as the moon
That had lifted her
And frowned on the steps down
To the vulgar strayed
Taunting sick her tender
She glided in her gown

How the pure
Desire in violent

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

Deep red hissed the cat
On the whim of will
Whilst she [incomprehensible]

Yea

How sleep the
Desire in overture
Oh, desire in violent

In a crescent cellar of crushed roses
Pooled blood and dolls
A torch lit theater souled
With the echoed of lives she stole

Killing
She struck the hours
In her
menopaused
Her clock of out cunts
Began to

chimes of ancient strain
I conjure forth dirge, aah
That fills the void timbered pain
To my sexual urge

Oh, came wailing from the dark side
Haunting mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes
Velvet, their coffined her in slumber
and appeased
As skies outside bore thunder

Yea

How sleep the
in violent overture
Desire in

As high winds
Attune trees
Her savage pitched
once again conduct the pleas
Of those she loved to

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