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

by Heaven
To the dead, dark and
Cast her
On life's brittle

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

And lies in collusion
She was martyred to
That Divinity and
Are forever to meet

But I swore that they
the veil could part our embrace
Twixt her cold, silent hips, I
And Christendom in flames

Gravid madness
Like a feculent
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

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

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

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

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

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

And under skirts
That of delight
Dark seeds near
Darked deeds to marry

In Death's bed, I have
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 tender flesh from these swine
Like the of carnivorous winds

The breath of the storm that
By forcing its tongue in
The womb of the Virgin
To taste of sin

From temptation's peak, we see
The unfurled at last
Now the wolves of time who mankind
Shall be as one in grim

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

A crown upon a man
crucified in sleep
And lives hide in scriptured lies
To the of a scream

And we shall amid the ruin
As Adam and
at the falling stars
That burn fiercer in of upheaval

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

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

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

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

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

As shadows unblind mine to see
The that is their congregation