Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress from the Sucking Pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

The night is set to the painted halls
is our cue
The flicker at your passing gall
I swear dancing just for you

The dead rustle on the manor lawns
As a light breeze through
The call of wolves, the owls
Our shall soon soar skyward too

Mistress the sucking pit

All the world crawls lovesick at her
The stars are passing
Her voice is music, her go on
Shes got full
And been to use it
But trepidation is a far slicker

Amongst dull
She is bright and razor
A of woe up-rooter
A viper at heart

alkaline and far acidic
As sweet as
This from the sucking pit

All the world crawls lovesick at her
The stars are observations
Her voice is music, her go on
She's got orchestration
And known to use it
But trepidation is a far song

Mistress the sucking pit

Oh God
It is midnight in the

by her postulant gaze
Like on a plinth
I am in her embrace
Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

A peacock fan of sinful
wide across the room
This night, espied, your disguise
wonders for the sundered gloom

For all lit up the retreat
To Italian pews
And corners where great vases
Abrim with thoughts of naked with you

from the sucking pit

All the world crawls lovesick at her
The are passing observations
Her needs are dire, her are wrong
She burns with exultation a fiery vampire
For desperation is a far slicker

dull suitors
She's and razor sharp
A of woe uprooter
A still at heart

She's and far acidic
Fluidic,
This from the sucking pit

The pass in gilded frames
glasses sparkling too
The ball tonight magical
the finest Venice threw

And at it's a mythic queen
Her of purest hue
Whose is unquestionable
But whose are askew

For beneath the and divine graces
A slim tornado
On the precipice of her poisonous
The Devil dwells deep inside girl

by her postulant gaze
Like Medusa on a
I am in her embrace
Oh God
It is midnight in the

Embossed by her gaze
Like on a plinth
I am lost in her
Oh God
It is midnight in the

Mistress the sucking pit

The wine has sat and it's last
In red ruby where
I you by the roaring hearth
A blaze of golden

down an angel's face
To about the breasts
man minds have wondered on
But I caress

And I'm yours, the velvet crown
Of Venus in my
Fists rip hard the
firebrands

Every mountain, every
My wanton tongue take
To taste that once fruit
your blood-lust starts to