Luyện nghe bài hát Lustmord And Wargasm Ii (the Relicking Of Cadaverous Wounds)

An in bondage
Bediademed,
With a murder of
But no less Astarte to

by Heaven
To the dead, and past
Cast her
On brittle glass

And though her still held fire
As stonewalls caged the
'Gainst the lassitudes of
She fought but to greet

And midst lies in
She was martyred to
Divinity and Lust
Are forever forbidden to

But I swore they would
Before the veil part our embrace
Twixt her cold, hips, I kissed
And promised Christendom in

with madness
Like a feculent
That the heart
I am convened by

To avenge her Ebon and surrender
My soul to the dead to
Prophecies of scourge
Horripilation braying over herds

nightmares
And their weak
To a no one
To hinder her
To weed the world of disease

As unblind mine eyes to see
The meat is their congregation
How plead to the skies
But this is mere to war

Scar-riddled saffron eves like the conjugal
daughters giving throat to the priest
A psychophant, the of faith
Now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged

For her
I tore a battle banner from his
Splashed in red
Hues of Hell and

So came the
Its obsidian
Is a master whom
Suck like concubines

And under black
That of delight
Dark seeds near
Darked deeds to mine

In Death's bed, I lain
Paying lip-service to
But for dreaming of thee, I
A reason to life again

we smite the divine
For our nature is sin
To strip tender flesh these swine
the lick of carnivorous winds

The breath of the storm begins
By forcing its Herod in
The of the Holy Virgin
To of immaculate sin

From temptation's peak, we see
The world unfurled at
Now the wolves of time who mankind
Shall be as one in repast

Commemorating moons
The pack are to reap
A scythe of white in bloom
twisted thorns will keep

A crown a dead man
Daylights in sleep
And that hide in scriptured lies
To the memories of a

And we dance amid the ruin
As and Evil
Dizzy at the stars
That burn fiercer in throes of

If all must we damn for this
it shall be so
For our souls crossed oceans of time
To one another more tightly
Than Death could

As Zyklon beats reign to carrion crawl
The talons of lust rake a call
To the lick of winds
To the of carnivorous winds

Gravid madness
Like a dirge
That the heart
I am by words

To avenge her splendor and surrender
My soul to the dead to
Prophecies of scourge
Horripilation over carious herds

Vexing
And their prayers
To a no one
To her decree
To weed the world of their

As shadows mine eyes to see
The meat that is their