Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, Midian
I for thee at the heart
despair me
Come bare me on
Of robbed leather
To where pleasure deep secrets
In after dark

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

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

Haunted by this
This obsession in my
With a city that sunk
Tall Cedar groves and graves

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

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

Forbidden
A long fabled
sanctities of sin
To rival
Free of tragic wreck

Small mercies in vistas of and vault
Gaunt, haunched
Midst mists
From whence awful shadows
back rusted bolts
And dared a
The sun had knelt to kiss

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

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

In hidden
A lying 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, orifice
lighter fingered mists
Whilst I watched revolt
Carnalities few permit

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

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

The of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my in thrall
To deathugees at peace
Crotesques, wolves in womens
The raven winged and limbed
Suicides and thighed Seraphim

And stairs
dare
Ascend prayer
As smoke or or lithe nightmares

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

And in dance, in trance I prise wide
Slick twist obsidian thighs
gates to other sides
A labyrinth Midian hides

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

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

Please for me

the moon
Through the in my room
The sooner the bitter swallowed are through
But no aprosides
Rise to me for you

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