Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, sweet
I burn for thee at the
despair me
Come me on wings
Of graveyard robbed
To where pleasure rings secrets
In spurts dark

full moons waxing lyrically
Death's floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a freed
To the stars with vertigo

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

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

their importance
Marble wings to the skies
A of dreams that it would seem
The race to leave behind

These visions struck like a furious
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery
Flashes of lust to
Splashed across my psychic
As hybrid lovers their cusp
final thrusts I saw it all

Forbidden
A long Judecca
sanctities of sin
To rival
of Eden's tragic wreck

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

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

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

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

Small mercies in vistas where and vault
Caught twisted whispers fisted sisters
Haunched, orifice
Midst fingered mists
Whilst I watched revolt
few beasts permit

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

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

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

And stairs
Stargrazers
like prayer
As smoke or ghost or nightmares

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

And in their dance, in trance I prise
Slick rifts twist obsidian
Hymeneal to other sides
A wherein Midian hides

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

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

Please for me

the moon
Through the bars in my
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 from
My fate is a preview of Hell