Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dark Blood And Fucking

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

Defiled at heart in perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding scaled chateau we fell
To demonocracy, neither Adam or Eve
of such 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 moves a torrent
Bound to please on denierred
In any way that her whims may warrant

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

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

Writhing like a viper inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat, I kiss 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 with snuff
The of her hips, lip-sync me in for the kill
Tongue-tied, and spread like disease
I drain the cup of Miss Sire, her water into wine for me

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

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

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

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

In thy and thy wetness
On glossed I taste
Conspiracies, secrecies, laced
With thick unguent rum, suns and autumn
in season for our nightfall from grace

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

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,