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
like the moonlight on her glistening rear

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

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

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

Thou art my seventh heaven
down as with the day
Baring curvature like canvas for a lick of pain

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

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

art my seventh angel squirming
'Neath the tongue of the beast
toward the fabled
Like a sculptured nymph seeking relief

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

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

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

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

Gorge upon my
Starved
Succulent,
I might keep
Thee me in Hades

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,