Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dark Blood And Fucking

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

Defiled at heart in this perfect
Under red bleeding over scaled chateau we fell
To demonocracy, neither Adam or Eve
Conceived of iniquities from pleasure or pain
Or the edge in between

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

I on every verb, every dirty word, interred
In her pornoglossa, Christlike, whipped and
Painted nails through the meek
Yet in obituary, my still weep
Of blood and fucking thee

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

Writhing like a viper inside her Eden
to eat, I kiss leylines to her feet
Then baiting wrath, I a path
Back to the of her womb
Back to the of her tomb

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

Thou art my seventh angel
'Neath the tongue of the beast
Arching the fabled
Like a sculptured seeking base relief

the world outside
A of suicide
Would die for release
Our slow fuses greet

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

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

In thy and thy wetness
On glossed lips I
Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries
With thick unguent rum, black-rayed suns and
Always in for our nightfall from grace

Gorge upon my
Starved
Succulent,
That I might
Thee me in Hades

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,