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

Abandoned by
To the dead, and past
Cast her
On life's glass

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

And lies in collusion
She was to teach
Divinity and Lust
Are forever forbidden to

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

Gravid madness
a feculent dirge
That the heart
I am convened by

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

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

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

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

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

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

And black skirts
whisper of delight
Dark near fruition
Darked deeds to mine

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

we smite the divine
For our true is sin
To strip tender from these swine
Like the lick of winds

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

From peak, we will see
The world at last
Now the wolves of time who stalk
Shall be as one in grim

Commemorating sickle
The pack are to reap
A scythe of roses in bloom
Whose twisted will keep

A crown a dead man
Daylights crucified in
And lives that hide in scriptured
To the memories of a

And we shall dance amid the
As and Evil
Dizzy at the stars
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 alone

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

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

To avenge her splendor and surrender
My soul to the to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous
braying over carious herds

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

As shadows unblind mine to see
The meat is their congregation