Luyện nghe bài hát Bathory Aria: Benighted Like Usher/A Murder of Ravens in Fugue/Eyes Tha

[I. Benighted Usher]

Snuffed tapers
As Death left
His crest of cold on the Countess

Benighted like Usher
The House of Bathory
grief's dark facade

If only I could wept
In by Her side
I would have clasped Her so
Like storm-beached
on Kytherean tides

And Her
For Her alone
My lips would have
of shadowy vistas

Where took flesh
And pain,
freezing the breath
Of raucous hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her

[II. A Murder of in Fugue]

Now grey skies
revenge upon life
Gnathic and
Needs begged

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

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

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid rumours spread like
Would
And Her stars
However
To bitter truths
Of cold

As rose
In rigid
To haunt Her their
Shallow imposed
When exhumed
carthen wombs
Where frosts had laboured long
To bare wounds

To the depths of Her they pursued
Wielding poison they flew
a murder of ravens in fugue

And knowing their
Would shatter Her
She clawed blackened books for reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed

So Eve
As She
Bellona to the ball
Those
heaved
Her
Cross stained
To Her carriage reined to

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

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....

[III. Eyes That Witnessed

In an age crucified by the nails of
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted
An aloof Countess an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
With succumbing to cruelty
'neath the gait of Her dance
A of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her of black thorn had grasped...

She the Heavens and forever to glean
The of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian
to extremes
O'er decades
for blood's silken cure

But Her reign swiftly
For Dark Gods dreamt too
To heed Her

When Her gaolers assailed
condemnations from a priest
Who'd rites
In the dead of
For maidens winding sheets

And She proud
When Her were trowelled
And jezebelled to lips
Though She the fires
That licked limbs
To the cunts of accomplices

So ends this twisted fable's
And though spared the pyre's
By of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins (crimes) Her no respite

Forever severed from the thrill of night
Where slow Death alone grant Her flight

"The Spirits have all but judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed
Beyond walls, wherein condemned
To the of an austere tomb
I pace with feral sent
Through the pale of a guiltless moon
Who, of necrologies, thus
creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my to death
A slow cold kiss chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by
My beauty shalt wilt,
Save for twin eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to or Hell for company"
(To peace or for company)

My soul to Hell for