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 we first met
Curve of moon and shore
The stars were not Heaven sent

Did we come
At masked palatial
In silks and and leather
Or did we come at

I a midnight castle
The song of wolves
And eyes danced with fire
As they have

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 witch heart
That pounded in her

We kissed on distant
A law her own
Thirteenth commandment
Of pressed to stone

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

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

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

Be my

I the nuns at Louvers
But not one possessed
Her right, an archetype
For goddesses