Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress from the Sucking Pit

Oh God
It is midnight in the

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

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

from the sucking pit

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

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

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

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

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

For all lit up the retreat
To dark Italian
And where great vases stand
Abrim with of naked dais with you

Mistress the sucking pit

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

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

alkaline and far acidic
Fluidic,
This from the sucking pit

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

And at it's heart a queen
Her skin of hue
Whose 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 inside girl

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

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

from the sucking pit

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

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

And then I'm yours, the crown
Of Venus in my
Fists rip the eiderdown
firebrands

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