Luyện nghe bài hát A Gothic Romance

Evening minuetto in a by the sea
A jewel more radiant than the
her mask to me

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

From I fell in love with her
and feline lure and jade
Woodland eyes that in the impurest
Erotic, fantasies amid this warm autumn night

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

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

In a pale azured dawn like reborn
I free of my sleep sepulchre
On the sea misted lawn where figures, forlorn
Lamented the of her

Bewildered and weak, yet with passion
I for past overtures
The curse of and her ardent caress
Came much more than my soul could

I, at once, endeavored to see her
Stirring midnight's inertia
not even her name
On a thin precipice over carnal

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

For hours I the surrounding grounds
In vain that we meet
When storm clouds broke, ashened,
I sought refuge in a

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

Screams haunt my
Dragged from
hast wed together Lamia and Lemurs
Spawned thee to snare my flesh

Portrait of the Countess
Deep pain that I had dreamt
Flaunted demise, life's
Leaving little strength to this wretched tomb

But poised nectar within my
Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to
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 loss of god in velvet
Enrobed in their like a swift silhouette

Fleeting,
art privy to my sin
Secrets dead, thou inflict
The cruel daylights upon my

Dost not want to worship me
With crimson
So my cunt may twitch against thy
And weep with life?

Red roses for the whore
Dark angels taste my
And whisper requiems
to mine ear

Need fires have lured abominations
pulse
My spill forth their waters
by lips I cherish most

Awash on her shores
Where umbra o'er the stars
Ebon's graves where lovers
seraphim and Nahemah

Pluck out eyes, hasten, attest
Blind reason thee, enchantress
For I must know, art not death?
My heart bloodless and incensed

Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic
Did not the Queen of Heaven come as to me?
On that fatal eve when we fled company
As the music around us in the crisp, fated leaves

Under horned Diana, where her bloodline was
In a graveyard of rent in cool marbled stone
I am grieving the of life in sombre velvet
Enrobed in death's shadow like a silhouette