Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, Midian
I burn for at the heart
despair me
Come me on wings
Of robbed leather
To where pleasure rings secrets
In spurts after

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

And in their dance, in I've prised wide
Slick rifts twist thighs
Hymeneal gates to sides
A glimpse of plinths where lies

Haunted by this
This in my mind
With a that sunk below
Cedar groves and graves sublime

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

visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery
of lust to dust
Splashed across my pall
As hybrid lovers reached 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
lightfingered mists
From more awful shadows
Drew back bolts
And dared a
The searing sun had to kiss

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

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

In Midian
A Vatican in state
For the of sin
To Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic

Small mercies in where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted
Haunched, orifice
lighter fingered mists
Whilst I 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 that preyed on me for days
And in Laudenum's
I them all

The slew of and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in
To at peace within
Crotesques, wolves in womens
The raven winged and limbed
Suicides and split Seraphim

And stairs
dare
Ascend like
As smoke or ghost or lithe

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

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

I know seen
Through the mirrors in sanity
Lucent prides amassed in retreat
Prurient but no more freaks
Than those leashing dreams at length from me

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

come for me

Exhuming the
Through the in my room
The sooner the bitter swallowed are through
But no aprosides
to claim 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