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

Now haranguing grey
With revenge upon
Gnathic and
begged gendercide

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

With abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in
light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where would unfurl.......

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

As rose
In droves
To haunt Her from
Shallow burials
wolves exhumed
Their wombs
Where heavy 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 blackened books for damnation's reprieve
cawed canons on amassed enemies

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

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

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