Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Soul Asylum

Oh, Midian
I burn for thee at the
Don't me
Come me on wings
Of robbed leather
To where pleasure deep secrets
In after dark

full moons waxing lyrically
Death's floods the soul
Like the seed of a Demon freed
To curse the stars vertigo

And in dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twist thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker
A of plinths where Midian lies

Haunted by this
obsession in my mind
With a that sunk below
Tall groves and graves sublime

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

visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet to cold cemetery walls
Flashes of to dust
Splashed across my psychic
As hybrid lovers reached cusp
With thrusts I saw it all

Midian
A long fabled
With of sin
To rival
Free of Eden's tragic

Small in vistas of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, haunched
Midst lightfingered
From whence more awful
Drew 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 kind to
For I, mesmerized, started not from

Or waltz so sibilant
Through the gloom
But flumes of the moon in bloom
Baring a face effaced
And raped in the

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

Small mercies in where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted
Haunched, orifice
lighter fingered mists
Whilst I without revolt
few beasts permit

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

Sor sights preyed on me for days
And in haze
I them all

The of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in
To deathugees at peace
Crotesques, in womens skins
The raven winged and limbed
Suicides and thighed Seraphim

And marble
dare
Ascend prayer
As smoke or ghost or lithe

Under fullmoons waxing
Death's floods the soul
Like the recking weed of a freed
To curse the star with

And in dance, in trance I prise wide
Slick twist obsidian thighs
Hymeneal to other sides
A wherein Midian hides

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

And just like grim ascension
My revenge, deep, will be
A plot that reads
Like my white ward spattered with their screams
When my come from 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 me here in this storm weathered cell
No! no! no no no no
prophets and losses
And dead men crosses
My is a preview of derelict Hell