Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dark Blood And Fucking

Sister midnight blaspheming
Screaming in the keys of and fear
Unentwining, our spines me to kneeling
Spilling like the moonlight on her rear

at heart in this perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding over scaled chateau we
To demonocracy, neither Adam or Eve
Conceived of such iniquities from or pain
Or the razor's edge in

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

I hang on every verb, every word, interred
In her pornoglossa, Christlike, whipped and
Painted driven 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 curvature like canvas for a lick of pain

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

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

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

the world outside
A wood of
Would die for this
Our orgasmic fuses greet

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

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

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

Gorge my seed
Starved
Succulent,
I might keep
Thee with me in

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,