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

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

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

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

Writhing like a viper deep inside her
Forbidden to eat, I kiss to her feet
baiting wrath, I steal a path
Back to the of her womb
Back to the crack of her

Her roseate sliver quivers with appeal
The of her hips, lip-sync 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 angel squirming
the forked tongue of the beast
Arching the fabled
Like a nymph seeking base relief

Whilst the world
A wood of
die for this release
Our slow orgasmic fuses

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

Succulent,
Laid rest In the dead of the night
Succulent,

In thy arms and thy
On glossed I taste
Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries
With thick unguent rum, suns and autumn
Always in season for our nightfall grace

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

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,