Luyện nghe bài hát Desire In Violent Overture

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

Skinless the shall scream
her symphonies

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

How sleep the
Desire in violent

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

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

Yea

How the pure
Desire in violent
Oh, in violent overture

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

time
She struck the dead
In her
Thus
Her clock of hacked out
to toll

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

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

Yea

How the pure
in violent overture
Desire in

As when winds
Attune whipped
Her nature pitched
Would again conduct the pleas
Of she loved to agonies

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