Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, Midian
I for thee at the heart
despair me
Come me on wings
Of graveyard robbed
To pleasure rings deep secrets
In spurts dark

Under full waxing lyrically
poetry floods the soul
Like the seed of a Demon freed
To curse the stars with

And in their dance, in I've prised wide
Slick rifts twist obsidian
gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths Midian lies

Haunted by portent
This in my mind
a city that sunk below
Tall groves and graves sublime

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

These visions struck a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold walls
Flashes of lust to
Splashed across my pall
As hybrid reached their cusp
final thrusts I saw it all

Forbidden
A fabled Judecca
With of sin
To rival
Free of Eden's tragic

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

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

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

In Midian
A lying in state
For the of sin
To rival
of Eden's tragic wreck

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

Between the dog and
fangs met in intercourse
A nightly of teeth and cunt
For below, who rose to hunt

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

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

And marble
dare
Ascend like
As or ghost or lithe nightmares

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

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

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

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

Please for me

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

No! no! no! no! no! no
leave me here in this storm weathered cell
No! no! no no no no
With prophets and
And dead men from
My fate is a of derelict Hell