Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, sweet
I burn for at the heart
despair me
Come me on wings
Of graveyard robbed
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 vertigo

And in their dance, in trance I've wide
Slick rifts twist thighs
Hymeneal gates to sides
A glimpse of plinths Midian lies

Haunted by this
obsession in my mind
With a city that below
Tall Cedar and graves sublime

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

visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery
of lust to dust
Splashed my psychic pall
As hybrid lovers reached 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 mists
From whence awful shadows
Drew rusted bolts
And dared a
The searing sun had knelt to

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

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

In hidden
A Vatican in state
For the of sin
To Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic

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

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

Sor that preyed on me for days
And in Laudenum's
I them all

The slew of and kin
I in blood, my veins in thrall
To deathugees at within
Crotesques, in womens skins
The raven and missing limbed
Suicides and split thighed

And marble
dare
Ascend prayer
As smoke or ghost or nightmares

Under fullmoons waxing
Death's poetry floods the
Like the weed of a Demon freed
To the star with vertigo

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

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

And just like ascension 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

come for me

Exhuming the
Through the bars in my
The sooner the pills swallowed are through
But no genobites
to claim me for you

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