Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress from the Sucking Pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

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

The dead leaves on the manor lawns
As a light whispers through
The of wolves, the owls lament
Our screams shall soar skyward too

Mistress from the pit

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

Amongst suitors
She is and razor sharp
A of woe up-rooter
A still at heart

Shes and far acidic
As as clementines
This mistress the sucking pit

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

Mistress the sucking pit

Oh God
It is midnight in the

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

A peacock fan of sinful
Swim across the room
This night, espied, thin disguise
Does for the sundered gloom

For all lit up the shades
To dark Italian
And corners where great vases
Abrim with thoughts of naked dais you

Mistress from the pit

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

dull suitors
She's bright and razor
A of woe uprooter
A viper still at

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

The waiters pass in frames
With glasses too
The ball tonight rows
Like the finest Venice

And at it's heart a queen
Her of purest hue
Whose beauty is
But duties are askew

For beneath the airs and divine
A tornado whirls
On the of her poisonous kiss
The Devil deep inside this girl

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

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

Mistress from the pit

The wine has sat and breathed it's
In blood red where
I you by the roaring hearth
A blaze of hair

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

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

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