Luyện nghe bài hát Nocturnal Supremacy `96

Weak midnight promised of
Were upon Her grave
And shunned by above
In life lurks my dismay
An Angel stole my
and Death Her away

She sleeps the grace of God
A beauty
If wishes only fray that bond

Twelfth moon arose ghostly voice
A serenade
Her a whisper pon my lips
And lo, Rorasa

"Fear me not my King
in breath
The of the dark I know
And thus, we shall Death"

My wrought through despondence that night
Have delievered me from the grave
enshadowed me gifts from the grave
Never a so vain
The is fallen, for I thought her lost
And no heaven silence the pain
me these secrets, the sensual frost
Desire for warm blood

Princess lay down they cheek
In splendour
Tonight rare regal has cast
The wolves the sheep

Dark nature clasp my
Around Her throat mine arms
To sleep, perchance to
And then...
To and flesh ascend

The sun descends magenta spirits the skies
and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death
From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to
Through the ashes of the battlefields ravens and angels war

We rule the red and risen moon upon the sea
The stars of silent, for we share joyous



Stigmata

The of Bacchus flows
Listen to the rage

Deceivers dragged before their
I am He that Death
And bore the sting of
vulgar christ will uprise my grasp
His temple, ruined,
And sweet laughs

I am enamoured and
To catch the fires dancing profanely in her
"I will them all
If holds thy delight"
Rather dead forever than to her
Nymph-lascvious