Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, Midian
I burn for at the heart
despair me
Come me on wings
Of graveyard leather
To pleasure rings deep secrets
In spurts dark

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

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

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

Sporting their
wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams it would seem
The daylights race to leave

These visions like a furious fuck
Nailing wet to cold cemetery walls
of lust to dust
Splashed across my pall
As lovers reached their cusp
With final I saw it all

Forbidden
A long fabled
sanctities of sin
To rival
Free of Eden's tragic

Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and
Gaunt, haunched
lightfingered mists
From more awful shadows
Drew rusted bolts
And a threshold
The searing sun had knelt to

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

Or their waltz so
Through the 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 Heaven
Free of tragic wreck

Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and
twisted whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted
Midst lighter mists
Whilst I watched without
Carnalities few beasts

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

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

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

And stairs
dare
Ascend like
As smoke or ghost or nightmares

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

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

I know I've
Through the blackbacked mirrors in
prides amassed in last retreat
Prurient souls but no freaks
Than those leashing dreams at harm's from me

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

come for me

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

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