Luyện nghe bài hát Bathory Aria (a Murder Of Ravens In Fugue)

Now grey skies
revenge upon life
Gnathic and
begged gendercide

Delusions of denounced the revolt
Of cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by midst Her sin-sistered cult

With abandon She plied spiritworlds
To in bondage
From light to hurled
Cast to the earth where torment would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her tarot
Hybrid rumours like tumours
Would
And blight Her
To better truths
Of cold

As bodies
In rigid
To haunt Her from
Shallow imposed
When wolves
Their wombs
Where heavy frosts had long
To bare wounds

To the depths of Her soul they
their poison they flew
Like a of ravens in fugue

And their raptures
shatter Her dreams
She blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed

So Eve
As She
Bellona to the ball
Those
Fell-sisters
Her
Cross flagstones
To Her reined to flee

But She She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the
Like a murder of in Fugue

For each masked, jewelled held dread purpose
Horror froze painted to cold stares
And even Her
In the vast cast
the ill of Her future
If fate there....