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

Now haranguing grey
With revenge upon
and Sapphic
Needs begged

Delusions of denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her cult

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

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid rumours spread tumours
Would
And Her stars
To bitter truths
Of bloodbaths

As rose
In droves
To Her from their
Shallow imposed
wolves exhumed
Their carthen
Where heavy had laboured long
To bare wounds

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

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

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

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

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