Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress from the Sucking Pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

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

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

Mistress from the pit

All the world 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

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

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

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

Mistress from the pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

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

A peacock fan of eyes
Swim wide across the
This night, espied, thin disguise
wonders for the sundered gloom

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

from the sucking pit

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

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

alkaline and far acidic
Fluidic,
This mistress the sucking pit

The waiters pass in gilded
With sparkling too
The ball rows magical
Like the finest threw

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

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

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

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

Mistress the sucking pit

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

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

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

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