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

[I. Benighted Like

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

like ill-fated Usher
The House of shrouded
'Neath grief's dark

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

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

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

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black toll
Waxing eternal night Her soul

[II. A of Ravens in Fugue]

Now grey skies
With upon life
Gnathic and
begged gendercide

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

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

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid rumours spread like
accrue
And Her stars
However
To bitter truths
Of cold

As bodies
In droves
To Her from their
burials imposed
When exhumed
Their carthen
Where heavy frosts had laboured
To bare their

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

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

So Eve
As She
Bellona to the ball
Those
Fell-sisters
Her
stained flagstones
To Her carriage to flee

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

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

[III. Eyes That Madness]

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

She demanded the Heavens and to glean
The elixir of Youth from the
Whilst Her fantasies
Reamed to
decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken

But Her ended swiftly
For Dark dreamt too deep
To heed Her

When Her were assailed
With from a priest
stammered rites
In the of night
For staining winding sheets

And She postured
When Her crimes trowelled
And jezebelled to 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 bloodlined
Her (crimes) garnered Her no respite

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

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

My soul to Hell for