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

[I. Benighted Like

Snuffed sighed
As Death impressing
His crest of tears on the Countess

Benighted like Usher
The House of shrouded
'Neath grief's dark

If only I have wept
In by Her side
I would clasped Her so tight
Like Aphrodite
Drowned on tides

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

Where pleasures took
And pain,
freezing the breath
Of life hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so slept

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black toll
Waxing eternal night Her soul

[II. A of Ravens in Fugue]

Now haranguing grey
With revenge life
and Sapphic
Needs gendercide

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

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

But soon,
Her tarot
rumours spread like tumours
Would
And Her stars
scarred
To bitter truths
Of bloodbaths

As rose
In rigid
To Her from their
Shallow imposed
When exhumed
carthen wombs
Where heavy had laboured long
To bare their

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

And knowing raptures
shatter Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for reprieve
Baneful canons 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 the night through
Though fear a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in

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

[III. That Witnessed Madness]

In an age crucified by the of faith
When rank scarecrows of blighted lands
An aloof Countess an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss well She was damned
Her life grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
With those succumbing to
Crushed 'neath the of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the
Of sweet Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

She the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of from the pure
Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to
decades unleashed
Came for blood's cure

But Her ended swiftly
For Gods dreamt too deep
To Her pleas

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

And She postured
When Her crimes were
And jezebelled to peasant
She smelt the fires
That limbs higher
To the tortured 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 from the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her

"The Spirits all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest puce laments for me
From amidst the and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, condemned
To the gloom of an austere
I pace with madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless
Who, bereft of necrologies,
creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my to death
A slow cold that chides rebirth
Though one last is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt,
Save for twin black eyes shalt come to take
My soul to peace or for company"
(To peace or for company)

My soul to Hell for