Luyện nghe bài hát Beyond Eleventh Hour

All lead to my palace
My pleasure temple
Wherein my court is
and insatiable, pure and obscene
For pumps the true heart of life
There too seeps

And from this my new of nightshades
Black hen-bane,
Opium and weaned on tears and blood
rise up like lust

And the shadow of my dark
Shalt himself
Across the face of the
And hell will come him

Part of the garden, her dark
Fed blood by poisoned
My hardened in her wet season
Treading mud in her slough of

But now
A path lies before me
The maze is ploughed half through with
Andpher crop is red

eleventh hour

Her beauty and brute
Grows by the day
And with each that she deflowers
The her throes of madness stay

In her grip on shredded
our fingertips had dug and clutched
She whispered things to me

She war with God
The underdog baring sharpened
With her armies from suffering
To on jet black wings

She'd break off holy
On the of her witch hunt
And crush the church beneath her
The Pope in homage to her

A horse forcing nightmares
To submissive dry
A vampire batter-fang
With vicious streaks, a wide

eleventh hour

Her kiss has dismissive
Her glance slight contempt
Instead eyes burn on the prize
Of fates she likes to tempt

In her on shredded sheets
Gasping from peaks of passion
She dreadful things to me

She war with God
The underdog baring teeth
With her armies raised from
To ascend on jet black

She'd tear down spires
Then rear up anew
Orders to her desires
The hour nearly through

Lilith, the abyss, the mists
That cause all to stray
How to those seductive gifts
On the shore of her unholy

She calls my so softly
deep banks of scented fog
I almost myself before it starts

But my spirit keeps its
As I drift the lake
A of harem secrets
Now her curtain parts

She is glaring the moon

The wind down, eavesdropping
As I bow her throne
And she descends to me
Like the royal to which she's grown

Come closer, what you to say?
cat got your tongue?"
I am not slave
Nor are you my
But Isaac, I'm the one

I hold those cold deceiving
Her once gaze
And pledge eternal love then walk
Thunder seethes me
Death adjusts her mask
lover smothered
By her darkness

in the garden, here you heard
This story through
I asked her pardon, my word
I'd score her sweetmeats like you

For now
The lies prone before me
I couldn't her even if she stormed
The heavens as were

Beyond eleventh

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering
Will for you this eve
Lustrous the cusp of her tryst
Before those fatal bleed

eleventh hour

She will of you a plaything
amusement for her bed
And when naked forgets to sing
She'll your fucking soul instead

Midnight strikes, the candles
Muttering their reeking
I their tongues, my heart a-flutter
These words, I speak are gates to