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, and past
her dispersions
On brittle glass

And though her eyes still held
As caged the beast
'Gainst the of Death
She but fell to greet

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

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

with 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 over herds

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

As unblind mine eyes to see
The that is their congregation
How they plead to the
But this is foreplay to war

saffron eves bleed like the conjugal
Vestal daughters giving throat to the
A psychophant, the of faith
Now his crucifixion feeds a winged diocese

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

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

And under black
That of delight
Dark seeds near
deeds to marry mine

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

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

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

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

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

A upon a dead man
Daylights in sleep
And lives that in scriptured lies
To the of a scream

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

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

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

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

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

nightmares
And their 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