Luyện nghe bài hát Pleasure In Restraint

(This tune is full of whispering and background vocals...If you can make
them out, and they're right...I may just send you a small reward.)
Ad mala patrata haec sunt parata.
(best translation so far is something "For the evil achiever these
are prepared.")
Trick mortis, trick mortis, mortis [whispers]
Ask me; you me.
Why must our pleasure always be in
[no pain, no
Restraint, (x2)
Ad patrata...In my slick black world.
Trick...Mortis...Sick...Mortis...In my slick world.
Where senses crave to enslave...In my slick world.
Deprive all senses; control defenses.
Where breed like flies.
Do you know, it's where hides.
Bet you've never me ache as the panic melts away.
Bet you'll never waste...Could you another taste of me?
[To accompany every penetration a death rattle.] (x2)

it prick...Pleasure in restraint.

it stick.
[It is divine.] (x4)
It is in restraint.
Ask me; you me.
Why must our always be in restraint?
Where breed like flies.
It's where hides...In my slick black world.
Deprive all senses; desire.
Bet you'd never see me...Wake in a most way.
Bet never ache...Could you take another taste of me?
[It is divine.] (x3)
Control...Decide
it prick...[mortifing the flesh]
Pleasure in restraint (x2) the flesh]
{Feel it
Ask me; me.
Why must our pleasure be in restraint?
Pleasure in (x3)
Such a sinful seed in my slick world.
Is it such a dreadful in my slick black world.
Where sighs breed like flies...In my slick black world.
Such a sinful seed...Says you're cumming in my black world.