Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, Midian
I for thee at the heart
Don't me
Come bare me on
Of graveyard robbed
To where rings deep secrets
In spurts dark

Under full waxing lyrically
Death's floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a Demon
To curse the stars vertigo

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

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

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

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

Forbidden
A fabled Judecca
With of sin
To Heaven
of Eden's tragic wreck

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

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

Or their so sibilant
Through the gathering
But flumes of the moon in bloom
Baring cache a face
And in the womb

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

Small mercies in vistas dolmen and vault
Caught whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted
lighter fingered mists
Whilst I watched revolt
Carnalities few beasts

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

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

The of sith and kin
I in blood, my veins in thrall
To at peace within
Crotesques, in womens skins
The raven winged and limbed
and split thighed Seraphim

And stairs
dare
Ascend prayer
As smoke or or lithe nightmares

fullmoons waxing lyrically
Death's floods the soul
Like the recking weed of a freed
To curse the star with

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

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

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

come for me

Exhuming the
the bars in my room
The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are
But no genobites
Rise to me for you

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