Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, Midian
I for thee at the heart
Don't me
Come me on wings
Of graveyard leather
To pleasure rings deep secrets
In after dark

Under full moons waxing
poetry floods the soul
Like the seed of a Demon freed
To curse the stars with

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

Haunted by portent
This obsession in my
With a city that below
Tall Cedar groves and graves

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

These struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery
of lust to dust
Splashed across my psychic
As hybrid reached their cusp
With final I saw it all

Midian
A long fabled
With of sin
To Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic

Small mercies in of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, edifices
Midst lightfingered
whence more awful shadows
Drew back bolts
And dared a
The searing sun had knelt to

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

Or their so sibilant
the gathering gloom
But flumes of the moon in bloom
Baring a face effaced
And raped in the

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

mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers fisted sisters
Haunched, orifice
lighter fingered mists
Whilst I without revolt
few beasts permit

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

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

The slew of and kin
I drew in blood, my in thrall
To deathugees at peace
Crotesques, wolves in skins
The raven winged and limbed
and split thighed Seraphim

And marble
Stargrazers
Ascend like
As or ghost or lithe nightmares

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

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

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

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

Please for me

Exhuming the
the bars in my room
The sooner the pills swallowed are through
But no genobites
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 prophets and
And men from crosses
My fate is a preview of Hell