Luyện nghe bài hát Desire In Violent Overture

Nights trailing ghost concertos
Heartstrings a of skeletal reaper bows
Playing torture chamber allegretto
Conducting overtures, over trashed to crescendo

the dark shall scream
her symphonies

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

How the pure
in violent overture

An of phantom madness
The countess beheld in
By girls of future vows
Soon to wed in white the frosted
Burning like a on the countenance of God
A yearning took her 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 crescent cellar of crushed roses
Pooled and broken dolls
A torch lit shadow souled
With the echoed cries of she stole

Killing
She the hours dead
In her
menopaused
Her of hacked out cunts
Began to

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

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

Yea

How the pure
Desire in violent
in violent

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

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