Luyện nghe bài hát Desire In Violent Overture

Nights came trailing concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal bows
Playing torture music allegretto
Conducting overtures, over trashed to crescendo

Skinless the dark shall
Hoarse her

mashed as the moon
That had her dreams
And frowned on the winding steps
To the vulgar strayed
Taunting sick her tender
She glided in her bridal

How sleep the
Desire in overture

An emanation of phantom
The beheld in shroud
By girls bereft of vows
to wed in white the frosted ground
Burning like a on the countenance of God
A yearning her hand to his seraphic

Deep red the cat whips
On the of every will
Whilst she [incomprehensible]

Yea

How the pure
Desire in violent
Oh, desire in violent

In a crescent cellar of crushed roses
Pooled and broken dolls
A torch lit theater souled
With the cries of lives she stole

Killing
She the hours dead
In her
menopaused
Her clock of out cunts
Began to

Thirteen of ancient strain
I conjure with dirge, aah
That the void with timbered pain
To fulfill my sexual

Oh, frights came wailing from the side
Haunting mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes
Velvet, their coffined her in slumber
and appeased
As pregnant skies outside thunder

Yea

How sleep the
Desire in overture
in violent

As when winds
whipped trees
Her nature pitched
Would once again the pleas
Of she loved to agonies

As if it
The time every night
That she carved her
In the flesh of