Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress from the Sucking Pit

Oh God
It is in the labyrinth

The is set to taint the painted halls
is our cue
The candelabra flicker at your passing
I they're dancing just for you

The dead rustle on the manor lawns
As a light whispers through
The of wolves, the owls lament
Our screams shall soon soar too

from the sucking pit

All the world crawls lovesick at her
The stars are observations
Her is music, her legs go on
Shes got orchestration
And known to use it
But trepidation is a far slicker

Amongst suitors
She is and razor sharp
A tree of woe
A viper still at

Shes and far acidic
As as clementines
This mistress the sucking pit

All the world lovesick at her feet
The are passing observations
Her voice is music, her go on
got full orchestration
And been to use it
But trepidation is a far song

Mistress from the pit

Oh God
It is midnight in the

Embossed by her postulant
Like on a plinth
I am lost in her
Oh God
It is midnight in the

A fan of sinful eyes
wide across the room
This night, espied, your disguise
wonders for the sundered gloom

For all lit up the retreat
To Italian pews
And corners great vases stand
Abrim with thoughts of naked with you

Mistress the sucking pit

All the world crawls at her feet
The stars are passing
Her are dire, her rites are wrong
She burns with exultation like a vampire
For is a far slicker song

Amongst suitors
bright and razor sharp
A of woe uprooter
A still at heart

alkaline and far acidic
Fluidic,
This from the sucking pit

The pass in gilded frames
glasses sparkling too
The ball rows magical
Like the finest threw

And at it's heart a mythic
Her skin of hue
beauty is unquestionable
But duties are askew

For the airs and divine graces
A tornado whirls
On the of her poisonous kiss
The Devil deep inside this girl

Embossed by her gaze
Like Medusa on a
I am in her embrace
Oh God
It is midnight in the

by her postulant gaze
Like on a plinth
I am lost in her
Oh God
It is midnight in the

Mistress from the pit

The wine has sat and breathed last
In red ruby where
I find you by the hearth
A of golden hair

Cascading down an angel's
To pool about the
That man have wondered on
But only I

And I'm yours, the velvet crown
Of Venus in my
Fists rip the eiderdown
Desire

mountain, every route
My wanton tongue must
To taste once forbidden fruit
Before your starts to