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

Now grey skies
With upon life
and Sapphic
Needs begged

Delusions of Grandier denounced the
Of descrying glass, disenchanted in vaults
by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult

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

But soon,
Her tarot
Hybrid rumours spread like
Would
And Her stars
To better truths
Of cold

As bodies
In rigid
To haunt Her from
Shallow burials
wolves exhumed
Their wombs
Where heavy had laboured long
To their wounds

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

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

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

But She knew She must brave the night
Though fear crept a deathshead the moon
a murder of ravens in Fugue

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