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

Now grey skies
With revenge life
and Sapphic
Needs gendercide

Delusions of Grandier denounced the
Of cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her cult

With hangman's abandon She spiritworlds
To Archangels in
light to night hurled
Cast down to the where torment would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her tarot
Hybrid rumours spread tumours
accrue
And Her stars
To better truths
Of cold

As bodies
In rigid
To Her from their
Shallow imposed
wolves exhumed
Their carthen
Where heavy frosts had long
To bare their

To the depths of Her soul they
Wielding their they flew
Like a murder of in fugue

And knowing their
shatter Her dreams
She clawed books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful canons on amassed enemies

So Eve
As She
Like Bellona to the
enemies
Fell-sisters
Her
Cross stained
To Her carriage to flee

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

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread
Horror froze eyes to cold stares
And even Her
In the vast mirrors
Looked the ill of Her
If fate there....