Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Of Winter, Throned

I share Carmilla's
A gaunt mephitic
On the side of the glass
Peering through the
Deep dark and
themes, demons I weave
Subservience from thee to

I am light
Sharp-eyed, impassive
the asafoetida
and rank
Lure me panthered
With and veiled womb
To prowl thy inner sanctum
In Tirgoviste to

Seduction, my art
A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the
Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy
Bacchanal Cinderella, midnight passed
Leaving thee as asleep within my arms
dreams of robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath
When we ebb as together, carnal souls entwined
And orgasms expire, puppet wires and the blind

(Purge)

work in me
A lithe
I tear asunder heaven as I all enemies
Lord
Flesh the sword
My lusts are sated, the greater herald war

I am thirst, hunger
Sacrament and
Nails raked in
When the Countessa came

Exalt!
The Queen of death-white enthroned
Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething
Foam-flecked nightmares a moon
Of design

A that never dies
Nefarious as her
silhouettes to rise

When stars fall
And to drown back in Her
Is to ghosts within
To unhinge a thousand
Death's dark vale

"Blessed be spells of winter
Unto us that with patience in
This garden
To storm our way another
As yes undone"

(Surge)

Desert claims
And
Visions of Utopia are from the sun

Before thee clasped
In nakedness ochre flesh
yield to thy advance

She is all to me
Mysterious,
The howling in the deep
When cold festal stars

A lurid moon phosphorent, evil
Yesod vested in despotic
Silvering wolves that forest snow
Forgotten ones enter as above, so

The trees groan aghast as ghostly clouds are rent
When the drunken earth heaves, sweep seas to ascend
From Sheol's dank wilderness
Thy seal upon starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead

of Winter, throned
The lurked in vulgar caresses
masturbation
(Purity)

In raven feathered
Sides with Death at
Their are many and the enemy

When the fell dead
She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the
And the bestial floor shook terrible life
I rise before thee
To feed our lusts on the of the weak
To heaven and worlds crawling beneath
Satanic