Luyện nghe bài hát Pain Of Pleasure / Virtues Of Vice

Pain Of Pleasure / Of Vice

Your soul comforts me
Your eyes the desires of a whore
To touch your flesh on my
To feel the heat that you

serve my purpose tonight
Your sweet lips will scream out through tears
Accept my on to you
Your sweat beads through your vanity

Feel me - on skin
Feel me - on the lust of their
Feel me - on broken eyes
me - the pain of pleasure

Come now to
On broken souls and flesh that bleeds of
This misfortune breeds
The lack of lustre, the of vice to concede

me - on shivering skin
Feel me - on the of their flesh
Feel me - on their broken
me - the pain of pleasure

Spine arching, she is in lust
Hair back, eyes filled with lust
Of a dominant, high
desire piercing deep inside

Overwhelmed by quivering
She reaches out to grab a hold of in her
Love, lust, desire, all she needs
fisted soul, she drops as she screams

Feel me - on shivering
Feel me - on the of their flesh
me - on their broken eyes
Feel me - the of pleasure

VIRTUES OF

impurity, the unwicked slip
Immoral wrong doing takes its on you
It's sweet, sour, pungent taste
It its smile on your wicked face.

for me
for me
for me
Virtues of

You it, you feed it,
All of soul,
yearning, your passion fed,
As it takes
It's ripping and clawing you apart
Virtues of vice in all of our hearts.

for me
for me
for me
Virtues of