Luyện nghe bài hát Pleasure In Restraint

(This whole tune is 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 like: "For the evil achiever
are prepared.")
Trick mortis, mortis, sick mortis [whispers]
Ask me; you me.
Why must our always be in restraint?
[no pain, no
Restraint, (x2)
Ad mala patrata...In my slick world.
Trick...Mortis...Sick...Mortis...In my black world.
Where senses crave to enslave...In my black world.
Deprive all senses; {all} defenses.
Where breed like flies.
Do you know, it's perversion 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 sighs like flies.
It's where hides...In my slick black world.
Deprive all control desire.
Bet you'd never see me...Wake in a unnerving way.
Bet you'd never ache...Could you another taste of me?
[It is divine.] (x3)
Control...Decide
Feel it prick...[mortifing the
in restraint (x2) [mortifing the flesh]
{Feel it
Ask me; me.
Why must our always be in restraint?
Pleasure in (x3)
Such a sinful seed in my slick world.
Is it a dreadful deed in my slick black world.
Where treasured sighs breed flies...In my slick black world.
Such a sinful seed...Says you're in my slick black world.