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

An in bondage
Bediademed,
a murder of ravens
But no less to behold

Abandoned by
To the dead, dark and
Cast her
On brittle glass

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

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

But I that they would
the veil could part our embrace
Twixt her cold, hips, I kissed
And promised Christendom in

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

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

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

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

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

For her
I tore a banner from his hide
Splashed in red
Hues of and deicide

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

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

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

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

The breath of the storm begins
By forcing its Herod in
The womb of the Holy
To taste of sin

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

Commemorating sickle
The pack are poised to
A of white roses in bloom
twisted thorns will keep

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

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

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

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

with madness
Like a feculent
That obsesses the
I am by words

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

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

As unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their