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

[I. Benighted Like

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

Benighted like ill-fated
The House of shrouded
'Neath grief's facade

If only I could wept
In mourning by Her
I have clasped Her so tight
Like Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean

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

Where pleasures took
And pain,
Came freezing the
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 widowhood's
Waxing eternal entered Her soul

[II. A of Ravens in Fugue]

Now grey skies
With upon life
and Sapphic
Needs gendercide

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

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

But soon,
Her proved
rumours spread like tumours
Would
And Her stars
However
To better bitter
Of bloodbaths

As rose
In droves
To haunt Her from
burials imposed
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 raptures
Would shatter Her
She clawed blackened books for damnation's
Baneful cawed canons on enemies

So Eve
As She
Like Bellona to the
Those
heaved
Her
Cross stained
To Her reined to flee

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

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

[III. Eyes That Witnessed

In an age crucified by the of faith
When scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing She was damned
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
With those to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the of Her dance
A whirlwind of that swept through the briers
Of sweet Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

She the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth the pure
Whilst Her fantasies
to extremes
O'er unleashed
Came for silken cure

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

Her gaolers were assailed
With from a priest
stammered rites
In the dead of
For maidens staining sheets

And She proud
When Her were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant
She smelt the fires
That licked limbs
To the cunts of accomplices

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

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

"The have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed
Beyond these walls, wherein
To the gloom of an austere
I with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless
Who, of necrologies, thus
creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to
A cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is by fate
My beauty wilt, unseen
for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My to peace or Hell for company"
(To peace or for company)

My to Hell for company