Luyện nghe bài hát Pleasure In Restraint

Ad mala patrata haec theatra parata.
Trick mortis, mortis, sick mortis
Ask me; you me.
Why must our pleasure always be in
no pain, no
Restraint,
Ad mala patrata... In my black world.
Trick... Mortis... Sick... Mortis... In my black world.
Where senses crave to enslave... In my black world.
all senses; control all defenses.
Where breed like flies.
Do you know, it's perversion hides.
Bet you've never seen me ache as the panic away.
Bet never waste... Could you take another taste of me?
To accompany every with a death rattle.
Feel it prick... in restraint.
it stick.
It is in restraint.
Ask me; you me.
Why must our pleasure be in restraint?
Where breed 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 ache... Could you take another taste of me?
It is divine.
Control...
it prick...
Pleasure in mortifing the flesh
Feel it
Ask me; me.
Why must our always be in restraint?
in restraint
Such a sinful seed in my black world.
Is it such a dreadful deed in my slick world.
Where sighs breed like flies... In my slick black world.
Such a sinful seed... Says you're cumming in my black world.