Luyện nghe bài hát Pleasure In Restraint

Ad mala patrata haec sunt parata.
Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick
Ask me; you me.
Why our pleasure always be in restraint?
no pain, no
Restraint,
Ad mala patrata... In my slick world.
Trick... Mortis... Sick... Mortis... In my black world.
senses crave to enslave... In my slick black world.
Deprive all senses; all 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... you take another taste of me?
To accompany every with a death rattle.
it prick... Pleasure in restraint.
it stick.
It is in restraint.
Ask me; you me.
Why must our always be in restraint?
Where sighs like flies.
It's where perversion hides... In my black world.
Deprive all senses; desire.
Bet you'd never see me... Wake in a most way.
Bet you'd never ache... you take another taste of me?
It is divine.
Control...
it prick...
Pleasure in mortifing the flesh
it stick
Ask me; me.
Why our pleasure always be in restraint?
in restraint
Such a sinful seed in my slick world.
Is it a dreadful deed in my slick black world.
Where treasured sighs breed like flies... In my black world.
Such a sinful seed... you're cumming in my slick black world.