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

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

by Heaven
To the dead, and past
Cast her
On life's brittle

And though her eyes still held
As stonewalls caged the
the lassitudes of Death
She fought but to greet

And lies in collusion
She was to teach
That and Lust
Are forever to meet

But I swore they would
Before the veil could part our
her cold, silent hips, I kissed
And promised in flames

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

To her Ebon splendor and surrender
My soul to the to achieve
of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying over herds

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

As shadows mine eyes to see
The meat that is congregation
How they to the skies
But this is foreplay to war

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

For her
I tore a battle from his hide
Splashed in red
of Hell and deicide

So the night
Its light
Is a master disasters
Suck upon concubines

And under skirts
That of delight
Dark near fruition
deeds to marry mine

In bed, I have lain
Paying lip-service to
But for of thee, I regain
A reason to seek again

Then we the divine
For our true is sin
To strip tender flesh from these
Like the of carnivorous winds

The breath of the storm begins
By forcing its tongue in
The womb of the Virgin
To taste of sin

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

Commemorating moons
The are poised to reap
A scythe of white in bloom
Whose thorns will keep

A crown a dead man
Daylights crucified in
And lives that in scriptured lies
To the memories of a

And we shall amid the ruin
As Adam and
at the falling stars
That burn fiercer in throes of

If all we damn for this moment
Then it be so
For our souls have crossed oceans of
To one another more tightly
Than Death alone

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

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

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

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

As shadows unblind eyes to see
The that is their congregation