Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress from the Sucking Pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

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

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

Mistress from the pit

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

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

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

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

from the sucking pit

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

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

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

from the sucking pit

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

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

alkaline and far acidic
Fluidic,
This mistress the sucking pit

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

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

For the airs and divine graces
A tornado whirls
On the precipice of her poisonous
The Devil dwells inside this girl

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

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

Mistress the sucking pit

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

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

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

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