Luyện nghe bài hát Mannequin

Led to worlds
By the she curled within
I took their to see her
Be my

Be my

I remember
How it was that we met
Curve of and haunted shore
The were not those Heaven sent

Did we come
At masked balls
In and flesh and leather
Or did we come at

I dreamt a castle
The eerie of wolves
And eyes that with fire
As have forevermore

Our of sin
Have long a hymn
To him
Whom by slip of after

At
her like the wind
In autumn that pinned her down
To be my

Be my

Always poised on
But would she break
My Lovecraft and black witch
That pounded in her

We kissed on balconies
A law her own
Thirteenth dark
Of pressed to stone

Turning cream with
That God would know
We graced the
With the sweet excess of

in the past
Our were deeply carved
On the tree of
In long languages

Led to other
By the she curled within
I took their to see her
Be my

Be my

I the nuns at Louvers
But not one word
Her right, an archetype
For mortal