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

[I. Benighted Like

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

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

If only I have wept
In mourning by Her
I would have clasped Her so
Like Aphrodite
on Kytherean tides

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

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

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

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

[II. A Murder of Ravens in

Now grey skies
revenge upon life
Gnathic and
Needs gendercide

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

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

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

As bodies
In droves
To haunt Her from
Shallow burials
When wolves
Their carthen
Where heavy frosts had laboured
To bare wounds

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

And their raptures
shatter Her dreams
She blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful canons on amassed enemies

So Eve
As She
Bellona to the ball
Those
heaved
Her
stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to

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

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

[III. Eyes That Madness]

In an age by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted
An aloof born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing She was damned
Her life grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an
With 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 and forever to glean
The elixir of from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian
Reamed to
O'er decades
Came for silken cure

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

When Her gaolers assailed
With from a priest
Who'd stammered
In the dead of
For maidens winding sheets

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

So this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the bite
By of nobled bloodlined 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,
Where the forest puce laments for me
amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein
To the gloom of an tomb
I with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands creation the earth
Whilst I my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that rebirth
Though one 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 peace or for company)

My to Hell for company