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

An Archangel in
Bediademed,
a murder of ravens
But no Astarte to behold

Abandoned by
To the dead, and past
her dispersions
On life's brittle

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

And midst lies in
She was to teach
That and Lust
Are forbidden to meet

But I swore that would
Before the could part our embrace
Twixt her cold, silent hips, I
And promised in flames

Gravid madness
Like a dirge
That obsesses the
I am convened by

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

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

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

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

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

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

And under skirts
That whisper of
Dark seeds near
Darked to marry mine

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

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

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

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

Commemorating sickle
The pack are to reap
A scythe of white roses in
Whose twisted will keep

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

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

If all must we damn for moment
Then it be so
For our have crossed oceans of time
To clasp one another tightly
Than Death alone

As beats reign to make carrion crawl
The of lust rake a clarion call
To the lick of winds
To the lick of winds

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

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

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

As shadows unblind mine to see
The meat is their congregation