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

[I. Benighted Usher]

Snuffed sighed
As Death left
His crest of tears on the Countess

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

If only I could wept
In by Her side
I would have Her so tight
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 life unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black toll
Waxing eternal entered Her soul

[II. A Murder of in Fugue]

Now haranguing grey
With revenge life
Gnathic and
Needs begged

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

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

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

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

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

And knowing their
Would shatter Her
She clawed blackened books for damnation's
Baneful cawed on amassed enemies

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

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

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

[III. Eyes Witnessed Madness]

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

She demanded the Heavens and to glean
The elixir of from the pure
Whilst Her fantasies
Reamed to
O'er decades
Came for blood's cure

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

When Her were assailed
condemnations from a priest
Who'd rites
In the dead of
For maidens staining sheets

And She proud
When Her were trowelled
And jezebelled to lips
She smelt the fires
That limbs higher
To the tortured of accomplices

So ends this twisted fable's
And spared the pyre's bite
By dint of bloodlined birth
Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no

Forever from the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her

"The have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce for me
amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, condemned
To the gloom of an austere
I pace feral madness sent
Through the beams of a guiltless 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
Save for black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to or Hell for company"
(To peace or for company)

My soul to Hell for