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

Now haranguing skies
With upon life
and Sapphic
Needs gendercide

Delusions of Grandier the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered

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

But soon,
Her tarot
Hybrid rumours like tumours
accrue
And Her stars
To better bitter
Of cold

As rose
In droves
To haunt Her from
Shallow imposed
When wolves
carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured
To bare wounds

To the of Her soul they pursued
Wielding poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in

And knowing raptures
Would Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's
Baneful cawed canons on amassed

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

But She knew She brave the night through
Though fear a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a of ravens in Fugue

For masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to stares
And Her dance
In the vast mirrors
the ill of Her future
If feasted there....