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

[I. Benighted Like

tapers sighed
As Death left
His of cold tears on the Countess

Benighted like Usher
The House of shrouded
grief's dark facade

If only I have wept
In mourning by Her
I have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached
on Kytherean tides

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

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

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

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

[II. A of Ravens in Fugue]

Now haranguing skies
With upon life
Gnathic and
begged gendercide

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

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

But soon,
Her tarot
rumours spread like tumours
Would
And blight Her
However
To bitter truths
Of cold

As bodies
In droves
To Her from their
burials imposed
When wolves
Their wombs
Where frosts had laboured long
To their wounds

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

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

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

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

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

[III. Eyes That Madness]

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

She demanded the and forever to glean
The elixir of from the pure
Whilst Her fantasies
Reamed to
O'er unleashed
for blood's silken cure

But Her ended swiftly
For Gods dreamt too deep
To Her pleas

When Her were assailed
With condemnations a priest
Who'd stammered
In the of night
For staining winding sheets

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

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

Forever severed from the thrill of coming
Where slow Death alone could Her flight

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

My soul to for company