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 after dark

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

And in their dance, in trance prised wide
Slick rifts twist obsidian
gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where lies

Haunted by this
obsession in my mind
With a city that sunk
Cedar groves and graves sublime

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

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

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

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

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

Or their waltz so
the gathering gloom
But from flumes of the in bloom
cache a face effaced
And raped in the

In hidden
A Vatican lying in
For the of sin
To Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic

Small mercies in vistas dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted
Midst lighter mists
Whilst I without revolt
few beasts permit

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

Sor sights that preyed on me for
And in haze
I painted all

The slew of and kin
I in blood, my veins in thrall
To at peace within
Crotesques, wolves in skins
The winged and missing limbed
and split thighed Seraphim

And marble
Stargrazers
Ascend like
As smoke or ghost or lithe

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

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

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

And just grim ascension prophecies
My revenge, deep, will be
A grisly plot that
Like my white 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 pills swallowed are through
But no aprosides
Rise to me for you

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