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 creature the Gods, full of fire
Would marvel at making Queen
Infusing the air her fragrant desire
And my heart with grave poetry

From I fell in love with her
Scent and lure and jade
Woodland that ushered in the impurest
Erotic, laden fantasies this warm autumn night

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

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

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

and weak, yet with passion replete
I hungered for past
The of unrest and her ardent caress
Came much than my soul could endure

I, at once, endeavored to see her
Stirring from midnight's
Knowing not her name
On a precipice over carnal abyss

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

For hours I the surrounding grounds
In vain we might meet
When storm broke, ashened, fatigued
I sought in a cemetery

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

Screams haunt my
from nightmares
Thou hast wed together and Lemurs
thee leche to snare my flesh

Portrait of the Dead
Deep pain that I had dreamt
Flaunted demise, punishment
Leaving little strength to seal wretched tomb

But poised nectar within my
Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to
Through drapery to where she swoons
Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and

In flawless fatal beauty her very visage
Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies
To mourning the loss of god in blackest
Enrobed in their downfall a swift silhouette

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

Dost not want to worship me
With sacrifice?
So my cunt may twitch against thy
And weep new-found life?

Red for the devil's whore
angels taste my tears
And haunting requiems
Softly to ear

fires have lured abominations here
Nocturnal
My veins spill forth waters
Rent by lips I most

Awash on her perfidious
drowning umbra o'er the stars
Ebon's graves lovers whore
seraphim and Nahemah

Pluck out mine eyes, hasten,
Blind against thee, enchantress
For I know, art thou not death?
My heart echoes and incensed

Doth temptation prowl in vulvic revelry
Did not the Queen of Heaven come as to me?
On that fatal hallow's eve we fled company
As the music swept us in the crisp, fated leaves

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