Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dark Blood And Fucking

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

Defiled at heart in perfect hell
Under red leaves over scaled chateau we fell
To demonocracy, where Adam or Eve
Conceived of iniquities from pleasure or pain
Or the edge in between

Thou art my seventh heaven
down as with the sun
Within like a river moves a torrent
Bound to on denierred knees
In any wicked way that her may warrant

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

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

Writhing a viper deep inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat, I leylines to her feet
Then wrath, I steal a path
Back to the of her womb
Back to the crack of her

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

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

Whilst the outside
A of suicide
Would die for release
Our slow orgasmic fuses

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

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

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

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

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,