Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress from the Sucking Pit

Oh God
It is midnight in the

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

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

Mistress the sucking pit

All the crawls lovesick 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

dull suitors
She is bright and sharp
A of woe up-rooter
A viper still at

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

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

Mistress the sucking pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

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

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

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

Mistress the sucking pit

All the world lovesick at her feet
The stars are observations
Her needs are dire, her are wrong
She burns exultation like a fiery vampire
For desperation is a far song

Amongst dull
She's bright and sharp
A tree of woe
A viper still at

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

The waiters pass in frames
glasses sparkling too
The tonight rows magical
Like the finest threw

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

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

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

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

Mistress from the pit

The wine has sat and breathed last
In blood red ruby
I find you by the roaring
A blaze of hair

Cascading down an angel's
To pool about the
That man minds have on
But only I

And I'm yours, the velvet crown
Of Venus in my
rip hard the eiderdown
Desire

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