Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a little

I was born a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the and Mother
A of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stab in her

Dub me Lord Abortion, the dead
The on the backseat
On this bitter night of head
A sharp entry, an exit in red
in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing through

Aah! Nostalgia grows now times or ten
Within this vice den a soul
Dying resurrection I dig deep to come
The spasm of orgasm on a

I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of Amyl
Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the
I should them, to a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better to liken names to a grave

Counting my on an Abacus strung
With labial and heartstrings undone

Dub me Lord Abortion, the dead
The bonesaw on the
On this bitter night of head
A rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come
The killing joke worn with breath

scopes my diorama
A twelve part so far
Another chained I to harm Her
as well as out

A perverts gasp inside the
I'm hard, my house of cards
All up death, her bleeding starts
In vermilion parts

Now I slither through the cracks
In sanity, best watch your
with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut slack

My ambition is to Anon
A sinner in the of a dirty God
Who me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light faith leads truth astray

I slit guts and free the moistest
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit grin
Vaginal skin to later and masturbate within

My heart was a wardrum beat by cults in Eerie Jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in my lap and skin like sin
A Venus Mantrap my appetite whetted, storm crows
At the blurred edges or reason I was fulfilled

Whores d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her
A coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She out like the light in my mind
Her an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine

Much was a flux, but the mouth good for fucks
Came from retirement to she had not lost her touch
I kissed her viciously, maliciously,
But when has one able to best separate the three?

I know I'm sick as did, but this is what I do
let you sleep when I am through, you fucking whore

The suspect shadow sher least
my burning grasp to reach
The stranglehold, the arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes

Rainbows that my razors
Midst her screams and undone
Sung at the top of punctured
I bite my tongue

curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze where angels, bare
Are lost to love, blood loss,
I weep, they stare
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare, and