Luyện nghe bài hát Carnal

I tasted the fever of your
Seems cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I away
my quicksilver blood

KIA, I may see
ZOS, that I may
are the describing words
The self needs no praise

worship has no supplications
My rite is to and do
Things naked, pure of honest
The throbbing vortex on it all

is the best of possible prayers
The winged eyes are to see
deception of every torment
Trans pierced hymens my adores

Many images yet one raw
Animal steps I to tread
An ideal point where is space
Memory giant sores, this must heal

Lady of Mourning and her
Lay down the scythes for I come
Joyful and priapic my soul
A new born one, ten years old