Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a necrophilia

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

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

I grew up on the bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty

Aah! Nostalgia now times nine or ten
Within this den called a soul
Dying resurrection I dig to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a

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

Counting my years on an strung
labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub me Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the
On this night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an in red
Lump in the throat, on my come
The killing joke worn thin with

Horror my diorama
A part so far psychodrama
chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as as out

A gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow my of cards
All turn up death, her starts
In brute vermilion

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

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

I slit and free the moistest faces
the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal to later taste and masturbate within

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

d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of
She went out the light in my mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of wine

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

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

The suspect sher they least
Expect my burning to reach
The stranglehold, the opened
Seeking sweet with no holes barred

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

Lest curses spat from lairs
Freeze romance where angels,
Are lost to love, loss, despair
I weep, merely stare
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare, and