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 swear they're just for you

The dead leaves on the manor lawns
As a breeze whispers through
The call of wolves, the lament
Our screams shall soon soar too

from the sucking pit

All the world 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 song

dull suitors
She is bright and sharp
A tree of woe
A viper still at

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

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

Mistress from the pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

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

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

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

Mistress the sucking pit

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

dull suitors
She's bright and sharp
A tree of woe
A viper at heart

She's alkaline and far
Fluidic,
This mistress from the pit

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

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

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

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

Embossed by her gaze
Medusa on a plinth
I am lost in her
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 hearth
A blaze of hair

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

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

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