Luyện nghe bài hát Pleasure In Restraint

Ad patrata 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 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 sighs breed 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 another taste of me?
To every penetration 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 see me... Wake in a most unnerving way.
Bet you'd never ache... you take another taste of me?
It is divine.
Control...
it prick...
Pleasure in restraint mortifing the
it stick
Ask me; me.
Why our pleasure always be in restraint?
in restraint
Such a seed in my slick black world.
Is it such a dreadful in my slick black world.
Where treasured sighs like flies... In my slick black world.
Such a sinful seed... Says you're in my slick black world.