Luyện nghe bài hát Desire In Violent Overture

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

Skinless the dark scream
her symphonies

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

How the pure
in violent overture

An emanation of phantom
The beheld in shroud
By girls bereft of future
to wed in white the frosted ground
Burning a brand on the countenance of God
A yearning her hand to his seraphic

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

Yea

How sleep the
in violent overture
Oh, desire in overture

In a white cellar of crushed roses
Pooled blood and broken
A torch lit shadow theater
With the cries of lives she stole

Killing
She struck the dead
In her
Thus
Her clock of out cunts
to toll

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

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

Yea

How the pure
in violent overture
Desire in

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

As if it
The first every night
That she carved her
In the flesh of