Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress from the Sucking Pit

Oh God
It is midnight in the

The night is set to the painted halls
is our cue
The candelabra flicker at passing gall
I swear they're dancing for you

The dead leaves rustle on the manor
As a light breeze whispers
The call of wolves, the lament
Our screams shall soar skyward too

Mistress from the pit

All the world lovesick at her feet
The are passing observations
Her voice is music, her go on
got full orchestration
And known to use it
But trepidation is a far song

Amongst dull
She is bright and sharp
A tree of woe
A still at heart

Shes alkaline and far
As sweet as
This mistress the sucking pit

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

from the sucking pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

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

A fan of sinful eyes
Swim wide the room
night, espied, your thin disguise
Does wonders for the gloom

For all lit up the shades
To Italian pews
And corners where vases stand
with thoughts of naked dais with you

Mistress the sucking pit

All the world lovesick at her feet
The are passing observations
Her are dire, her rites are wrong
She burns with exultation like a fiery
For is a far slicker song

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

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

The waiters in gilded frames
With sparkling too
The ball rows magical
Like the Venice threw

And at it's heart a queen
Her skin of hue
Whose is unquestionable
But whose duties are

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

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

Embossed by her postulant
Medusa on a plinth
I am lost in her
Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

Mistress from the pit

The has sat and breathed it's last
In blood red ruby
I you by the roaring hearth
A of golden hair

Cascading an angel's face
To pool the breasts
man minds have wondered on
But only I

And I'm yours, the velvet crown
Of in my hands
Fists rip hard the
Desire

Every mountain, every
My wanton tongue must
To taste that forbidden fruit
Before your blood-lust to