Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dark Blood And Fucking

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

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

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

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

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

Writhing like a deep inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat, I kiss leylines to her
Then baiting wrath, I a path
Back to the fruits of her
Back to the of her tomb

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

Thou art my seventh angel
'Neath the forked of the beast
Arching toward the
Like a sculptured nymph seeking relief

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

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

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

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

upon my seed
Starved
Succulent,
That I keep
Thee me in Hades

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,