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

[I. Like Usher]

tapers sighed
As Death impressing
His crest of cold on the Countess

Benighted like Usher
The House of Bathory
'Neath dark facade

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

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

Where took flesh
And pain,
Came freezing the
Of life hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

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

[II. A Murder of in Fugue]

Now haranguing grey
With revenge life
and Sapphic
Needs begged

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

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

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

As bodies
In rigid
To haunt Her from
Shallow burials
When wolves
carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had long
To their wounds

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

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

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

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

For each masked, jewelled held dread purpose
Horror froze eyes to cold stares
And even Her
In the vast cast
Looked the ill of Her
If fate there....

[III. Eyes That Witnessed

In an age crucified by the of faith
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
Crushed the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire swept through the briers
Of rose 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 unleashed
Came for blood's cure

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

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

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

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

Forever severed from the thrill of coming
Where Death alone could grant Her flight

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

My soul to Hell for