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

[I. Benighted Like

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

Benighted ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory
grief's dark facade

If only I could have
In by Her side
I have clasped Her so tight
storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on tides

And Her
For from Her
My lips would known
Enigmas of vistas

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

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

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

[II. A of Ravens in Fugue]

Now grey skies
revenge upon life
Gnathic and
Needs gendercide

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

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

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid rumours spread tumours
accrue
And Her stars
scarred
To better truths
Of bloodbaths

As rose
In droves
To Her from their
Shallow burials
wolves exhumed
Their 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 knowing their
Would shatter Her
She clawed blackened for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed on amassed enemies

So Eve
As She
Like Bellona to the
Those
heaved
Her
Cross flagstones
To Her carriage to flee

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

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

[III. That Witnessed Madness]

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

She demanded the Heavens and to glean
The elixir of Youth from the
Whilst Her lesbian
to extremes
O'er unleashed
Came for silken cure

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

When Her were assailed
condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered
In the of night
For maidens staining winding

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

So ends this twisted fable's
And spared the pyre's bite
By dint of bloodlined birth
Her (crimes) garnered Her no respite

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

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

My soul to for company