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

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

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

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

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

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

with madness
Like a dirge
That the heart
I am convened by

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

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

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

Scar-riddled saffron eves like the conjugal
Vestal daughters giving throat to the
A psychophant, the of faith
Now his skinless feeds a winged diocese

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

So the night
Its light
Is a master disasters
Suck upon concubines

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

In Death's bed, I have
Paying to shame
But for of thee, I regain
A reason to life again

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

The breath of the storm begins
By its Herod tongue in
The of the Holy Virgin
To of immaculate sin

From temptation's peak, we see
The unfurled 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 thorns will

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

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

If all must we for this moment
Then it be so
For our souls have crossed oceans of
To clasp one another more
Than Death could

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

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

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

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

As shadows unblind mine to see
The meat that is their