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

Now grey skies
With upon life
Gnathic and
Needs begged

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

With hangman's abandon She spiritworlds
To in bondage
From light to 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 bloodbaths

As rose
In droves
To Her from their
burials imposed
When exhumed
carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured
To bare wounds

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

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

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

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

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