Luyện nghe bài hát In Hell Is Where She Waits for Me

I the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces
For a moments I feel I am the god of which they speak
Under the guise of I masquerade in thrilling mockery
An erection begrudgingly from twixt my silken Sunday pleats

The coffin is face to go unrevealed
But I know what lies underneath
Two bloodless halves of a dark flower
Whose dream turned the nightmare that beneath our darkened beds
How I broke her like a doll of porcelain
I found her primed for a raping that could be
In wanton fallacy the temptress played taunting charming fools like me
Her silhouette an whose sands of time would empty fast
"A rose remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true."
Than call me the nightfall the colder death a winter unending that's stolen her breath

Dead and at last she's made it
Her mangled
Haunting
The of peace
Endarkened
Crowned an yet stricken of life
The read "Young Starlet --- Dead!"
Drained of her and nourished with shit


Silent the
is mine

In is where she waits for me
Seductress in sin
The succubus

The funeral has ceased you can all rest at
My desire be not to kill
I'll now disappear leaving to fear
So lock every tight from now until eternity

Dead and at last she's made it
Her face
Smiling
The of peace
Endarkened
an immortal yet stricken of life
The headlines "Young Starlet --- Dead!"
Drained of her lifesblood and nourished with


I am the
Vengeance is

I watched the bitter tears down grief stricken faces
For a moments time I feel I am the god of they speak
I the
Her crooked my seal of hatred
Incarnate of the
The god of they speak