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

[I. Like Usher]

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

Benighted ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory
'Neath dark facade

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

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

Where pleasures took
And pain,
Came freezing the
Of raucous life hushed unto

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black toll
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 cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs Her sin-sistered cult

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

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid rumours spread tumours
Would
And blight Her
scarred
To bitter truths
Of cold

As rose
In rigid
To Her from their
Shallow burials
When exhumed
carthen wombs
Where frosts had laboured long
To bare their

To the depths of Her they pursued
Wielding their they flew
Like a murder of ravens in

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

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

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

For masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to stares
And Her dance
In the vast mirrors
the ill of Her future
If feasted 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 She was damned
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an
those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black had grasped...

She the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth the pure
Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to
O'er unleashed
Came for blood's silken

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

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

And She postured
When Her crimes trowelled
And to peasant lips
Though She the fires
That licked higher
To the cunts of accomplices

So ends this twisted worth
And though spared the bite
By dint of nobled birth
Her sins (crimes) Her no respite

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

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

My soul to for company