Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dark Blood And Fucking

Sister midnight comes
Screaming in the of faith and fear
Unentwining, our spines me to kneeling
Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening

Defiled at in this perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding over scaled chateau we
To demonocracy, where neither or Eve
of such iniquities from pleasure or pain
Or the razor's in between

Thou art my heaven burning
Going down as the sun
Within like a river fluids moves a
Bound to please on knees
In any wicked way that her whims may

I hang on every verb, every dirty word,
In her pornoglossa, Christlike, and weak
Painted nails driven the meek
Yet in obituary, my dreams still
Of dark and fucking thee

art my seventh heaven burning
Going as with the day
Baring lunar curvature like canvas for a of pain

like a viper deep inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat, I leylines to her feet
baiting wrath, I steal a path
Back to the of her womb
Back to the of her tomb

Her roseate sliver with snuff appeal
The of her hips, lip-sync me in for the kill
Tongue-tied, and spread like disease
I drain the cup of Miss Sire, her water into wine for me

Thou art my angel squirming
the forked tongue of the beast
Arching toward the
a sculptured nymph seeking base relief

Whilst the world
A wood of
Would die for this
Our slow orgasmic greet

By night and by candle at other's throat
In a slick drift of red, setting God's teeth on
We were as wolves inside the fold
Of a lamb throw on a four poster bed

Succulent,
Laid without rest In the of the night
Succulent,

In thy arms and thy
On lips I taste
Conspiracies, secrecies, laced
With thick unguent rum, black-rayed suns and
Always in season for our nightfall from

Gorge my seed
Persephone
Succulent,
I might keep
Thee me in Hades

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,