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

[I. Like Usher]

tapers sighed
As left impressing
His crest of tears on the Countess

Benighted like ill-fated
The House of shrouded
'Neath grief's dark

If only I could have
In by Her side
I would have clasped Her so
Like Aphrodite
on Kytherean tides

And Her
For from Her
My lips have known
Enigmas of shadowy

Where pleasures took
And pain,
Came the breath
Of raucous hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

Exhaling the of black widowhood's toll
eternal night entered Her soul

[II. A of Ravens in Fugue]

Now haranguing grey
With revenge life
and Sapphic
Needs gendercide

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

With abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in
From light to hurled
Cast down to the earth torment would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid rumours like tumours
accrue
And Her stars
However
To bitter truths
Of bloodbaths

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

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

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

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

But She knew She brave the night through
Though crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a of ravens in Fugue

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

[III. Eyes That Witnessed

In an age crucified by the of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted
An aloof Countess born an wraith
Dared the abyss knowing She was damned
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the of Her dance
A whirlwind of that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of thorn had grasped...

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

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

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

And She postured
When Her crimes were
And jezebelled to peasant
Though She the fires
That limbs higher
To the cunts of accomplices

So this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the pyre's
By dint of nobled bloodlined
Her (crimes) garnered Her no respite

Forever severed the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her

"The Spirits have all but fled
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce for me
From amidst the pine and wolfsbane
Beyond walls, wherein condemned
To the of an austere tomb
I pace with madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands creation over the
I resign my lips to death
A cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt,
Save for twin black eyes that shalt to take
My soul to or Hell for company"
(To peace or for company)

My to Hell for company