Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a necrophilia

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

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 choke
The killing worn thin with breath

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

Aah! Nostalgia grows now nine or ten
Within this den called a soul
Dying resurrection I dig deep to again
The of orgasm on a roll

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

my years on an Abacus strung
With rings and heartstrings undone

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

Horror my diorama
A twelve part so far
Another chained I to harm Her
Inside as as out

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

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

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

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

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

d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into
A coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in my
Her an avalanche of pearl, of ruby 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 able to 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 shadow sher they least
Expect my grasp to reach
The stranglehold, the opened
sweet meat with no holes barred

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

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