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

[I. Benighted Usher]

tapers sighed
As left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the

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

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

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

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

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

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

[II. A of Ravens in Fugue]

Now haranguing grey
With upon life
Gnathic and
Needs begged

Delusions of denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her cult

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

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

As bodies
In droves
To haunt Her from
Shallow imposed
When exhumed
Their carthen
Where heavy had laboured long
To bare their

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

And their raptures
Would Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for reprieve
Baneful canons on amassed enemies

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

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

For masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror painted eyes to cold stares
And Her dance
In the mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her
If fate there....

[III. That Witnessed Madness]

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

She the Heavens and forever to glean
The of Youth from the pure
Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to
O'er decades
Came for silken cure

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

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

And She postured
When Her crimes were
And jezebelled to peasant
She smelt the fires
That licked higher
To the cunts of accomplices

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

Forever severed the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone grant Her flight

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

My soul to for company