Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, Midian
I burn for at the heart
Don't me
Come bare me on
Of graveyard robbed
To where rings deep secrets
In after dark

Under moons waxing lyrically
poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a freed
To curse the with vertigo

And in their dance, in trance prised wide
Slick rifts obsidian thighs
Hymeneal to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths Midian lies

Haunted by portent
This obsession in my
With a city that sunk
Tall Cedar groves and sublime

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

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

Forbidden
A fabled Judecca
With of sin
To Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic

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

of dusk, cruelty and myth
The Tribes of will not forgive
And shall not its kind to live
For I, mesmerized, not from tombs

Or their waltz so
the gathering gloom
But from flumes of the in bloom
cache a face effaced
And in the womb

In hidden
A lying in state
For the of sin
To rival
Free of tragic wreck

mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted
Haunched, flaunted
Midst lighter mists
Whilst I watched revolt
Carnalities few beasts

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

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

The of sith and kin
I in blood, my veins in thrall
To deathugees at within
Crotesques, wolves in skins
The raven and missing limbed
Suicides and thighed Seraphim

And stairs
Stargrazers
like prayer
As smoke or ghost or lithe

Under waxing lyrically
Death's poetry the soul
Like the recking weed of a Demon
To curse the with vertigo

And in their dance, in trance I wide
Slick rifts obsidian thighs
Hymeneal to other sides
A labyrinth wherein hides

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

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

Please for me

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

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