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 abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in
From to night hurled
Cast down to the earth torment would unfurl.......

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

As bodies
In rigid
To Her from their
burials imposed
When wolves
carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured
To their wounds

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

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

So Eve
As She
Bellona to the ball
Those
heaved
Her
Cross flagstones
To Her reined to flee

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

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