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

[I. Benighted Usher]

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

like ill-fated Usher
The House of shrouded
grief's dark facade

If I could have wept
In mourning by Her
I would have clasped Her so
Like storm-beached
Drowned on tides

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

Where took flesh
And pain,
Came the breath
Of raucous life unto whispers

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of widowhood's toll
eternal night entered Her soul

[II. A of Ravens in Fugue]

Now grey skies
With revenge upon
Gnathic and
Needs gendercide

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

With hangman's She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in
From light to hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment unfurl.......

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

As bodies
In rigid
To Her from their
burials imposed
When exhumed
Their carthen
Where heavy frosts had long
To bare their

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

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

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

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

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

[III. Eyes That Witnessed

In an age crucified by the nails of
When rank scarecrows of christ lands
An Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief a funeral march
and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her
A of fire that swept through the briers
Of rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

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

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

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

And She postured
Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to lips
She smelt the fires
That licked higher
To the tortured of accomplices

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

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

"The Spirits all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the whispers puce laments for me
From the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
these walls, wherein condemned
To the of an austere tomb
I pace with madness sent
Through the pale beams of a moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands over the earth
Whilst I resign my to death
A slow cold that chides rebirth
Though one last is bequathed by fate
My beauty 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