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

[I. Benighted Like

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

Benighted ill-fated Usher
The of Bathory shrouded
'Neath grief's dark

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

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

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

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's
Waxing eternal entered Her soul

[II. A Murder of in Fugue]

Now grey skies
With revenge upon
Gnathic and
Needs gendercide

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

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

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

As bodies
In droves
To Her from their
Shallow imposed
wolves exhumed
Their carthen
heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their

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

And knowing their
Would Her dreams
She blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on enemies

So Eve
As She
Like to the ball
Those
heaved
Her
Cross stained
To Her carriage to flee

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

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

[III. Eyes Witnessed Madness]

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

She the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth the pure
Whilst Her lesbian
to extremes
O'er decades
Came for blood's cure

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

When Her gaolers assailed
With from a priest
Who'd rites
In the of night
For maidens staining sheets

And She postured
When Her crimes trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant
Though She smelt the
That limbs higher
To the cunts of accomplices

So this twisted fable's worth
And spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled birth
Her sins (crimes) Her no respite

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

"The Spirits have all but fled
I rot, alone, insane,
the forest whispers puce laments for me
From the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, condemned
To the gloom of an austere
I pace with feral sent
Through the pale beams of a moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands creation over the
Whilst I resign my to death
A slow cold kiss that rebirth
Though one last is bequathed by fate
My beauty wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to
My soul to peace or for company"
(To peace or for company)

My to Hell for company