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

[I. Benighted Usher]

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

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

If I could have wept
In by Her side
I have clasped Her so tight
Like Aphrodite
on Kytherean tides

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

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

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

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

[II. A Murder of Ravens in

Now haranguing skies
With upon life
Gnathic and
begged gendercide

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

With hangman's abandon She plied
To in bondage
From light to hurled
Cast down to the earth where would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid spread like tumours
accrue
And blight Her
However
To better bitter
Of cold

As bodies
In rigid
To haunt Her from
Shallow imposed
When exhumed
Their carthen
Where heavy had laboured long
To bare their

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

And their raptures
Would shatter Her
She clawed blackened for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on enemies

So Eve
As She
Like Bellona to the
Those
heaved
Her
Cross stained
To Her reined to flee

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

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

[III. That Witnessed Madness]

In an age crucified by the nails of
When rank of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian
the abyss knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a march
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
With those succumbing to
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her
A whirlwind of that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of thorn had grasped...

She demanded the Heavens and to glean
The of Youth from the pure
Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to
O'er decades
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 dead of
For staining winding sheets

And She postured
When Her crimes were
And to peasant 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 all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein
To the gloom of an austere
I pace feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands creation over the
I resign my lips to death
A slow kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last is bequathed by fate
My shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or for company"
(To or hell for company)

My to Hell for company