Luyện nghe bài hát Desire In Violent Overture

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

the dark shall scream
Hoarse her

Death as the moon
That had lifted her
And frowned on the winding steps
To where the vulgar
Taunting her tender prey
She glided in her bridal

How sleep the
in violent overture

An of phantom madness
The countess beheld in
By bereft of future vows
Soon to wed in white the ground
Burning a brand on the countenance of God
A yearning took her to his seraphic

Deep red the cat whips
On the of every will
she entranced [incomprehensible]

Yea

How the pure
Desire in violent
Oh, desire in violent

In a crescent cellar of crushed roses
Pooled and broken dolls
A lit shadow theater souled
With the echoed cries of lives she

Killing
She the hours dead
In her
Thus
Her clock of hacked out
Began to

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

Oh, came wailing from the dark side
Haunting lipless mouths a of arcane diatribes
Velvet, voices coffined her in slumber
Bespattered and
As pregnant skies bore thunder

Yea

How sleep the
Desire in violent
Desire in

As when high
Attune trees
Her savage nature
Would again conduct the pleas
Of those she to agonies

As if it
The first every night
she carved her seal
In the of life