Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, sweet
I burn for thee at the
Don't me
bare me on wings
Of graveyard leather
To where pleasure rings secrets
In spurts dark

Under full moons waxing
poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing 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 of plinths where Midian lies

Haunted by portent
This obsession in my
With a city that sunk
Cedar groves and graves sublime

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

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

Midian
A fabled Judecca
With of sin
To Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic

mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, edifices
Midst lightfingered
From whence awful shadows
Drew back rusted
And dared a
The sun had knelt to kiss

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

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

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

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

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

Sor sights that on me for days
And in Laudenum's
I painted all

The slew of and kin
I drew in blood, my in thrall
To deathugees at peace
Crotesques, wolves in womens
The raven winged and missing
and split thighed Seraphim

And stairs
Stargrazers
Ascend prayer
As or ghost or lithe nightmares

Under waxing lyrically
poetry floods the soul
Like the weed of a Demon freed
To curse the star with

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

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

And like grim ascension prophecies
My revenge, deep, will 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 the bitter pills swallowed are through
But no genobites
to claim me for you

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