Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, Midian
I burn for thee at the
Don't me
Come me on wings
Of graveyard robbed
To where pleasure rings deep
In spurts after

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

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

Haunted by this
This in my mind
With a that sunk below
Tall groves and graves sublime

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

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

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

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

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

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

In Midian
A Vatican lying in
For the of sin
To Heaven
Free of tragic wreck

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

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

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 peace
Crotesques, wolves in skins
The winged and missing limbed
and split thighed Seraphim

And stairs
dare
Ascend like
As or ghost or lithe nightmares

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

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

I know seen
Through the mirrors in sanity
Lucent prides in last retreat
Prurient souls but no more
Than those leashing dreams at length from me

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

come for me

Exhuming the
Through the bars in my
The the bitter 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 is a preview of derelict Hell