Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

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

Under full moons waxing
Death's floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a freed
To the stars with vertigo

And in dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twist obsidian
gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where lies

Haunted by portent
This in my mind
With a that sunk below
Tall Cedar and graves sublime

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

These visions like a furious fuck
wet lips to cold cemetery walls
Flashes of to dust
Splashed across my pall
As hybrid lovers reached cusp
With thrusts I saw it all

Midian
A fabled Judecca
With of sin
To Heaven
Free of Eden's wreck

mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, edifices
lightfingered mists
From whence more awful
Drew back rusted
And a threshold
The sun had knelt to kiss

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

Or their so sibilant
the gathering gloom
But from of the moon in bloom
Baring cache a effaced
And in the womb

In hidden
A Vatican in state
For the of sin
To rival
of Eden's tragic wreck

Small mercies in vistas dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted
Midst fingered mists
Whilst I watched without
Carnalities few permit

Between the dog and
Bared met in intercourse
A nightly rite of and cunt
For below, who rose to hunt

Sor sights that preyed on me for
And in haze
I them all

The of sith and kin
I in blood, my veins in thrall
To at peace within
Crotesques, in womens skins
The raven winged and limbed
Suicides and split Seraphim

And marble
dare
Ascend like
As or ghost or lithe nightmares

Under fullmoons waxing
poetry floods the soul
Like the recking weed of a Demon
To curse the star vertigo

And in dance, in trance I prise wide
Slick rifts obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to other
A labyrinth Midian hides

I I've seen
Through the mirrors in sanity
Lucent amassed in last retreat
Prurient souls but no more
Than those leashing dreams at harm's length me

And just like grim prophecies
My revenge, carved deep, be
A grisly plot reads
Like my filthy white ward with their screams
When my Devil-iverers come fog for me

Please for me

the moon
Through the in my room
The sooner the bitter pills are through
But no aprosides
Rise to me for you

No! no! no! no! no! no
Don't leave me here in this storm weathered
No! no! no no no no
With and losses
And men from crosses
My fate is a of derelict Hell