Luyện nghe bài hát A Gothic Romance

Evening in a castle by the sea
A jewel more than the moon
her mask to me

The sublimest creature the Gods, of fire
Would marvel at making Queen
the air with her fragrant desire
And my heart reeled with grave

From grace I fell in love her
Scent and lure and jade
eyes that ushered in the impurest
Erotic, laden fantasies amid this autumn night

She lulled me away from the rich
And together we clung in the bloodletting
luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
Her icy fervoured my neck

Like waves 'pon Acheron's beach
In a whirl of sweet and statues
That phantomed the dying
This debauched seductress in black, me

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

Bewildered and weak, yet with replete
I for past overtures
The curse of unrest and her ardent
Came much more my soul could endure

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

I danced a blind acolyte
Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on
Suffused 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, dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless
Mistress of the
I now know what art

Screams haunt my
from nightmares
Thou hast wed Lamia and Lemurs
Spawned thee to snare my flesh

of the Dead Countess
Deep stained that I had dreamt
demise, life's punishment
Leaving strength to seal this wretched tomb

But poised within my stirs
Up desire and morbid purpose to search
Through cobwebbed drapery to she swoons
Goddess of the graveyard, of the and moon

In flawless fatal beauty her very compels
Glimpses of a heaven ghost companies fell
To mourning the loss of god in velvet
Enrobed in their downfall a swift silhouette

Fleeting,
Thou art to my sin
dead, wouldst thou inflict
The daylights upon my skin?

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

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

Need have lured abominations here
Nocturnal
My spill forth their waters
Rent by lips I cherish

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

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

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

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