Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress from the Sucking Pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

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

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

Mistress from the pit

All the world crawls at her feet
The stars are observations
Her is music, her legs go on
Shes got full
And been to use it
But is a far slicker song

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

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

All the crawls lovesick at her feet
The stars are observations
Her is music, her legs go on
got full orchestration
And been to use it
But trepidation is a far slicker

Mistress the sucking pit

Oh God
It is midnight in the

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

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

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

Mistress from the pit

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

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

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

The pass in gilded frames
glasses sparkling too
The ball rows magical
Like the finest Venice

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

For the airs and divine graces
A slim tornado
On the precipice of her poisonous
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

by her postulant 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 red ruby where
I you by the roaring hearth
A blaze of golden

down an angel's face
To about the breasts
That man 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 once forbidden fruit
your blood-lust starts to