Luyện nghe bài hát Lustmord And Wargasm (the Lick Of Carnivorous Winds)

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

Abandoned by
To the dead, dark and
Cast her
On life's brittle

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

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

But I swore that they
Before the veil could our embrace
her cold, silent hips, I kissed
And promised Christendom in

Gravid with
a feculent dirge
That the heart
I am by words

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

Vexing
And their weak
To a no one
To her decree
To weed the of their disease

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

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

For her
I a battle banner from his hide
in red goetia
Hues of and deicide

So came the
Its light
Is a master whom
Suck upon like

And under black
That whisper of
Dark near fruition
Darked deeds to mine

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

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

The breath of the storm that
By forcing its Herod in
The womb of the Holy
To of immaculate sin

From peak, we will see
The world unfurled at
Now the wolves of time who stalk
Shall be as one in grim

Commemorating moons
The pack are poised to
A of white roses in bloom
Whose twisted thorns keep

A crown a dead man
Daylights crucified in
And lives that hide in lies
To the of a scream

And we shall dance the ruin
As and Evil
at the falling stars
That burn in throes of upheaval

If all must we for this moment
Then it be so
For our souls crossed oceans of time
To clasp one another tightly
Death could alone

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

Gravid with
Like a feculent
That obsesses the
I am convened by

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

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

As unblind mine eyes to see
The that is their congregation