Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, sweet
I for thee at the heart
despair me
Come me on wings
Of graveyard robbed
To where pleasure rings deep
In spurts dark

full moons waxing lyrically
Death's floods the soul
Like the freezing of a Demon freed
To curse the with vertigo

And in their dance, in trance I've prised
Slick rifts obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to sides
A glimpse of plinths where lies

Haunted by this
This obsession in my
With a that sunk below
Tall Cedar and graves sublime

Sporting importance
wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams that it seem
The race to leave behind

visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold walls
Flashes of lust to
Splashed across my psychic
As hybrid reached their cusp
With thrusts I saw it all

Forbidden
A long Judecca
With of sin
To Heaven
Free of Eden's wreck

Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and
Gaunt, edifices
Midst lightfingered
From whence more shadows
Drew rusted bolts
And a threshold
The searing sun had knelt to

Shades of dusk, and myth
The Tribes of Christ will not
And shall not its kind to live
For I, mesmerized, started not tombs

Or waltz so sibilant
Through the gloom
But from flumes of the moon in
Baring cache a effaced
And in the womb

In hidden
A lying in state
For the of sin
To Heaven
of Eden's tragic wreck

Small mercies in where dolmen and vault
Caught whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, orifice
Midst fingered mists
Whilst I watched revolt
few beasts permit

Between the dog and
Bared fangs met in
A rite of teeth and cunt
For those below, who rose to

Sor sights that on me for days
And in Laudenum's
I painted all

The of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in
To deathugees at within
Crotesques, wolves in womens
The raven and missing limbed
Suicides and split Seraphim

And marble
Stargrazers
Ascend like
As smoke or ghost or nightmares

fullmoons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the
Like the recking of a Demon freed
To curse the star vertigo

And in their dance, in I prise wide
Slick rifts twist thighs
Hymeneal gates to other
A labyrinth wherein Midian

I know seen
the blackbacked mirrors in sanity
Lucent prides amassed in retreat
souls but no more freaks
Than those leashing dreams at harm's length me

And like grim ascension prophecies
My revenge, carved deep, be
A grisly plot that
Like my filthy white ward spattered with their
When my come from fog for me

Please for me

Exhuming the
Through the bars in my
The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are
But no aprosides
Rise to me for you

No! no! no! no! no! no
Don't leave me in this storm weathered cell
No! no! no no no no
With prophets and
And dead men crosses
My fate is a preview of derelict