Luyện nghe bài hát Of Dark Blood And Fucking (stripped To The Bone Mix)

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

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

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 may warrant

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

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

Writhing like a deep inside her Eden
Forbidden to eat, I leylines to her feet
Then baiting wrath, I a path
Back to the fruits of her
Back to the crack of her

Her roseate sliver with 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

Thou art my seventh squirming
'Neath the forked tongue of the
Arching toward the
Like a sculptured nymph seeking relief

Whilst the world
A of suicide
Would die for release
Our orgasmic fuses greet

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

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

In thy and thy wetness
On glossed lips I
Conspiracies, secrecies, laced
With thick unguent rum, black-rayed and autumn
Always in for our nightfall from grace

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

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,