Luyện nghe bài hát Pain Of Pleasure / Virtues Of Vice

Pain Of Pleasure / Virtues Of

Your sweet soul me
Your eyes show the of a whore
To touch flesh on my skin
To feel the heat that you

You'll my purpose tonight
sweet lips will scream out through your tears
Accept my on to you
Your sweat through your pure vanity

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

now to partake
On souls and flesh that bleeds of chastain
This misfortune that
The lack of lustre, the lack of to concede

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

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

Overwhelmed by vigor
She reaches out to grab a of what's in her
Love, lust, desire, all she needs
fisted soul, she drops as she screams

Feel me - on shivering
Feel me - on the lust of their
me - on their broken eyes
Feel me - the pain of

OF VICE

Righteous impurity, the slip
Immoral wrong doing its grip on you
It's bitter sweet, sour, pungent
It leaves its on your wicked face.

for me
for me
for me
Virtues of

You need it, you it,
All of soul,
Your yearning, passion fed,
As it control
It's ripping and tears you apart
of vice breeds in all of our hearts.

for me
for me
for me
Virtues of