Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Gold Throneroom

the are on
the tvs off
the are flesh and silk
both soft
skin glides over
and silk over skin
the penthouse is tonight
theres people writhing in its

in the masters chair
lord golds facea blank
women men at the wave of a golden hand
and to receive when it waves again

the wine is
the full of stars
theres a deaf mute in a suit
the bar
the lovers
they pulse and
passion tribute
at the of a porcelain...

sunken in the masters
lord facea blank survey
women pleasure men at the wave of a golden
and turn to receive when it waves

STILL HIS EYES ARE LIKE AN EMPTY
PROMISING PLEASURE BUT NONE!
...she him,
WATCHING LEERING BLANKLY VACANT WORTHLESS GOLDEN PERFECT

these walls nothing exists
here theres flesh + gold and blood in the
outside barren emotional landscapes
here we drink, + cum inside
here theres no
HERE... SHE...
OFF THE FILTH AND BRING HER
shower her body with and incense
fill her with jewels in cum
in HIS alter of passions
the golden day come

the are all off now
and the growing louder
the pink, throbbing and the room
the inner, denying the outer
shes brought he
his gaze it lingers...
...he a cats paw- against a toy drum
his GOLDEN be done.

(FIN)