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, and past
her dispersions
On brittle glass

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

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

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

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

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

nightmares
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 they to the skies
But is mere foreplay to war

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

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

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

And black skirts
That of delight
Dark seeds fruition
Darked deeds to marry

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

we smite the divine
For our true is sin
To tender flesh from these swine
Like the lick of carnivorous

The breath of the that begins
By its Herod tongue in
The womb of the Holy
To taste of sin

From peak, we will see
The world at last
Now the wolves of who stalk mankind
be as one in grim repast

Commemorating moons
The are poised to reap
A scythe of white roses in
Whose twisted thorns keep

A crown a dead man
crucified in sleep
And lives that hide in scriptured
To the memories of a

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

If all must we damn for moment
it shall be so
For our souls have crossed of time
To clasp one another more
Death could alone

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

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

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

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

As unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their