Luyện nghe bài hát Desire In Violent Overture

Nights came ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of reaper bows
Playing torture chamber music
Conducting overtures, throes trashed to crescendo

the dark shall scream
Hoarse her

mashed as the moon
That had lifted her
And frowned on the winding down
To the vulgar strayed
Taunting sick her prey
She glided in her bridal

How sleep the
Desire in violent

An emanation of phantom
The countess in shroud
By bereft of future vows
to wed in white the frosted ground
Burning like a on the countenance of God
A yearning took her hand to his

Deep red the cat whips
On the whim of every
Whilst she entranced

Yea

How sleep the
Desire in violent
Oh, desire in overture

In a crescent white of crushed roses
Pooled blood and broken
A torch lit shadow souled
With the echoed cries of lives she

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

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

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

Yea

How the pure
Desire in violent
in violent

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

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