Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a little

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

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

I up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! grows now times nine or ten
this vice den called a soul
Dying I dig deep to come again
The of orgasm on a roll

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

Counting my on an Abacus strung
With labial and heartstrings undone

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

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

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

Now I slither the hairline cracks
In sanity, watch your back
Possessed levering Hell's gates wide
knives to cut humanity slack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rainbows my razors wrung
Midst her screams and undone
Sung at the top of lungs
I bite my spiteful

Lest curses from primal lairs
Freeze romance angels, bare
Are lost to love, blood loss,
I weep, merely stare
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare, and