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 on her glistening rear

Defiled at in this perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding scaled chateau we fell
To demonocracy, where neither or Eve
of such iniquities from pleasure or pain
Or the edge in between

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

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

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

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

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

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

the world outside
A of suicide
Would die for this
Our slow orgasmic fuses

By night and by candle at each other's
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 rest In the dead of the night
Succulent,

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

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

Succulent,
me
Succulent,
me
Succulent,
Succulent,