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 passing gall
I swear they're dancing for you

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

Mistress the sucking pit

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

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

alkaline 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
got full orchestration
And been to use it
But trepidation is a far slicker

from the sucking 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 across the room
This night, espied, your thin
wonders for the sundered gloom

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

Mistress the sucking pit

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

Amongst dull
She's bright and razor
A tree of woe
A still at heart

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

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

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

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

Embossed by her gaze
Like on a plinth
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 in the labyrinth

Mistress from the pit

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

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

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

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