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, and past
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 midst lies in
She was martyred to
That Divinity and
Are forever to meet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In Death's bed, I lain
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 these
Like the of carnivorous winds

The breath of the storm begins
By forcing its Herod in
The of the Holy Virgin
To taste of sin

From temptation's peak, we see
The world unfurled at
Now the of time who stalk mankind
Shall be as one in repast

sickle moons
The pack are poised to
A scythe of white in bloom
Whose twisted thorns keep

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

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

If all we damn for this moment
Then it be so
For our souls crossed oceans of time
To one another more tightly
Than could alone

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

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

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

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

As shadows mine eyes to see
The that is their congregation