Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dark Blood And Fucking

Sister midnight comes
in the keys of faith and fear
Unentwining, our twists me to kneeling
Spilling like the moonlight on her rear

Defiled at in this perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding over scaled chateau we
To demonocracy, where Adam or Eve
of such iniquities from pleasure or pain
Or the razor's edge in

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

I on every verb, every dirty word, interred
In her pornoglossa, Christlike, and weak
nails driven through the meek
Yet in obituary, my dreams weep
Of dark blood and fucking

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

Writhing 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 quivers snuff appeal
The torque of her hips, lip-sync me in for the
Tongue-tied, tightrope and like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire, her water wine for me

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

Whilst the outside
A wood of
die for this release
Our slow orgasmic greet

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

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

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

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

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,