Luyện nghe bài hát Desire In Violent Overture

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

Skinless the dark shall
her symphonies

Death as the moon
That had her dreams
And frowned on the steps down
To the vulgar strayed
sick her tender prey
She in her bridal gown

How sleep the
Desire in overture

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

red hissed the cat whips
On the whim of every
Whilst she [incomprehensible]

Yea

How the pure
Desire in overture
Oh, in violent overture

In a crescent white cellar of crushed
blood and broken dolls
A torch lit shadow souled
With the echoed of lives she stole

time
She the hours dead
In her
Thus
Her clock of out cunts
Began to

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

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

Yea

How the pure
Desire in violent
Desire in

As high winds
Attune whipped
Her savage pitched
Would once again the pleas
Of she loved to agonies

As if it
The first time every
she carved her seal
In the flesh of