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 flicker at your gall
I swear dancing just for you

The leaves rustle on the manor lawns
As a light breeze through
The call of wolves, the owls
Our screams shall soon soar too

from the sucking pit

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

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

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

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

Mistress from the pit

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

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

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

Mistress from the pit

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

dull suitors
She's bright and sharp
A of woe uprooter
A still at heart

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

The waiters pass in frames
With glasses too
The ball tonight magical
the finest Venice threw

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

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

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

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

Mistress the sucking pit

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

Cascading down an face
To pool the breasts
That man minds wondered on
But only I

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

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