Luyện nghe bài hát Pleasure In Restraint

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