Luyện nghe bài hát A Gothic Romance

Evening in a castle by the sea
A more radiant than the moon
Lowered her to me

The sublimest the Gods, full of fire
marvel at making their Queen
Infusing the air with her desire
And my heart with grave poetry

From grace I in love with her
and feline lure and jade
Woodland eyes that ushered in the
Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm night

She lulled me away the rich masquerade
And together we in the bloodletting moonlight
Pearled luna, what spell thou cast on me?
Her icy kiss fervoured my

Like whispering waves 'pon beach
In a of sweet voices and statues
That phantomed the trees
This debauched in black, took me

In a pale azured dawn 'Ligeia' reborn
I tore of my sleep sepulchre
On the sea misted where stone figures, forlorn
the spectre of her

Bewildered and weak, yet passion replete
I for past overtures
The of unrest and her ardent caress
Came much more than my could endure

I, at once, to see her again
from midnight's inertia
Knowing not her name
On a thin precipice over carnal

I danced like a acolyte
on red wine, her dead lips on mine
Suffused with the of night

For hours I scoured the surrounding
In that we might meet
storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued
I sought refuge in a

Sleep, dreams
to nightmares from a sunless nether
Mistress of the
I now know what art

Screams my sleep
Dragged nightmares
Thou wed together Lamia and Lemurs
Spawned thee to snare my flesh

of the Dead Countess
Deep stained pain I had dreamt
Flaunted demise, punishment
Leaving little strength to seal this tomb

But nectar within my stirs
Up feverous and morbid purpose to search
Through cobwebbed drapery to where she
of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon

In fatal beauty her very visage compels
Glimpses of a heaven where ghost fell
To mourning the of god in blackest velvet
Enrobed in their downfall like a swift

Fleeting,
art privy to my sin
Secrets dead, wouldst thou
The cruel upon my skin?

Dost thou not to worship me
With crimson
So my cunt may twitch thy kiss
And weep with new-found

Red roses for the whore
angels taste my tears
And whisper haunting
to mine ear

Need fires lured abominations here
Nocturnal
My veins forth their waters
Rent by lips I cherish

Awash on her perfidious
Where drowning umbra o'er the
Ebon's graves where lovers
Like seraphim and

Pluck out mine eyes, hasten,
reason against thee, enchantress
For I must know, art thou not
My heart bloodless and incensed

temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry
Did not the Queen of Heaven as devil to me?
On that fatal hallow's eve when we fled
As the music swept around us in the crisp, leaves

Under Diana, where her bloodline was sewn
In a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled
I am the loss of life in sombre velvet
Enrobed in shadow like a swifter silhouette