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

by Heaven
To the dead, dark and
her dispersions
On life's brittle

And though her eyes held fire
As stonewalls the beast
'Gainst the of Death
She fought but to greet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So the night
Its obsidian
Is a master disasters
Suck upon like

And under skirts
That whisper of
Dark seeds fruition
deeds to marry mine

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

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

The of the storm that begins
By forcing its tongue in
The womb of the Virgin
To of immaculate sin

temptation's peak, we will see
The unfurled at last
Now the of time who stalk mankind
Shall be as one in repast

Commemorating sickle
The are poised to reap
A scythe of white roses in
twisted thorns will keep

A crown a dead man
crucified in sleep
And that hide in scriptured lies
To the of a scream

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

If all must we for this moment
it shall be so
For our souls have crossed of time
To clasp one another tightly
Than Death could

As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion
The talons of lust rake a clarion
To the of carnivorous winds
To the of carnivorous winds

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

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

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

As shadows mine eyes to see
The meat that is congregation