Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dark Blood And Fucking

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

Defiled at heart in perfect hell
Under red leaves over scaled chateau we fell
To demonocracy, neither Adam or Eve
Conceived of iniquities from pleasure or pain
Or the razor's in between

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

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

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

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

Her roseate sliver quivers snuff appeal
The torque of her hips, lip-sync me in for the
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 the fabled
Like a sculptured seeking base relief

Whilst the world
A wood of
Would die for release
Our slow orgasmic greet

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

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

In thy arms and thy
On glossed lips I
Conspiracies, secrecies, laced
With unguent rum, black-rayed suns 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,