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

[I. Benighted Usher]

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

Benighted like Usher
The House of Bathory
'Neath grief's facade

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

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

Where took flesh
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
Waxing night entered Her soul

[II. A Murder of in Fugue]

Now grey skies
revenge upon life
Gnathic and
Needs gendercide

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

hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in
light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment unfurl.......

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

As rose
In droves
To haunt Her their
Shallow imposed
When exhumed
carthen wombs
Where heavy had laboured long
To bare wounds

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

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

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

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

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

[III. Eyes Witnessed Madness]

In an age crucified by the nails of
When rank of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well She was
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an
With succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept the briers
Of rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

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

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

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

And She proud
When Her were trowelled
And to peasant lips
Though She smelt the
That licked higher
To the tortured cunts of

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

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

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

My to Hell for company