Luyện nghe bài hát Pleasure In Restraint

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

it prick...Pleasure in restraint.

it stick.
[It is divine.] (x4)
It is in restraint.
Ask me; you me.
Why must our pleasure 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 unnerving way.
Bet you'd never ache...Could you take taste of me?
[It is divine.] (x3)
Control...Decide
it prick...[mortifing the flesh]
Pleasure in restraint (x2) the flesh]
it stick}
Ask me; me.
Why must our pleasure always be in
Pleasure in (x3)
Such a sinful seed in my black world.
Is it a dreadful deed in my slick black world.
Where treasured breed like flies...In my slick black world.
Such a sinful seed...Says you're in my slick black world.