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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And black skirts
That whisper of
Dark seeds fruition
Darked deeds to marry

In bed, I have lain
Paying lip-service to
But for of thee, I regain
A reason to life again

Then we the divine
For our true is sin
To strip tender flesh from swine
the lick of carnivorous winds

The breath of the that begins
By forcing its Herod in
The of the Holy Virgin
To of immaculate sin

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

Commemorating moons
The pack are poised to
A scythe of white in bloom
Whose twisted will keep

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

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

If all must we damn for this
Then it be so
For our souls have crossed oceans of
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 of carnivorous winds

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

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

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

As shadows unblind mine to see
The that is their congregation