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

[I. Like Usher]

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

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

If I could have wept
In mourning by Her
I would have clasped Her so
Like storm-beached
Drowned on tides

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

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

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

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

[II. A Murder of in Fugue]

Now haranguing grey
With revenge life
Gnathic and
begged gendercide

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

With abandon She plied spiritworlds
To in bondage
From light to night
Cast down to the where torment would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her proved
rumours spread like tumours
Would
And Her stars
However
To better bitter
Of bloodbaths

As rose
In droves
To Her from their
Shallow imposed
wolves exhumed
Their carthen
Where frosts had laboured long
To their wounds

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

And knowing raptures
Would shatter Her
She clawed blackened books for reprieve
cawed canons on amassed enemies

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

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

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

[III. That Witnessed Madness]

In an age crucified by the of faith
When rank scarecrows of blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian
Dared the abyss knowing well She was
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her
A whirlwind of fire swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black had grasped...

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

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

When Her were assailed
With condemnations from a
Who'd stammered
In the dead of
For maidens staining sheets

And She postured
When Her crimes were
And jezebelled to lips
She smelt the fires
That licked limbs
To the tortured cunts of

So this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the bite
By dint of nobled birth
Her sins (crimes) Her no respite

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

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

My soul to Hell for