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

Now grey skies
With upon life
and Sapphic
Needs gendercide

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

With hangman's She plied spiritworlds
To in bondage
From light to night
Cast down to the where torment would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid spread like tumours
Would
And blight Her
To better truths
Of cold

As rose
In droves
To haunt Her their
burials imposed
When wolves
Their wombs
Where heavy had laboured long
To bare their

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

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

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

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

For each masked, jewelled held dread purpose
Horror froze painted to cold stares
And Her dance
In the mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her
If feasted there....