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

Now haranguing grey
revenge upon life
Gnathic and
Needs gendercide

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

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

But soon,
Her tarot
rumours spread like tumours
Would
And blight Her
To better bitter
Of cold

As rose
In rigid
To haunt Her their
burials imposed
When wolves
carthen wombs
Where frosts had laboured long
To bare their

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

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

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

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

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