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

[I. Like Usher]

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

Benighted like ill-fated
The House of shrouded
'Neath grief's dark

If only I have wept
In mourning by Her
I would have Her so tight
storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean

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

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

Benighted.

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

Benighted.

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

[II. A Murder of Ravens in

Now haranguing skies
revenge upon life
Gnathic and
Needs begged

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

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

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid rumours spread tumours
accrue
And blight Her
scarred
To better bitter
Of bloodbaths

As bodies
In droves
To haunt Her from
burials imposed
When exhumed
Their wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured
To bare their

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

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

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

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

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

[III. Eyes That Madness]

In an age crucified by the nails of
When scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an wraith
Dared the knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
With those succumbing to
Crushed the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the
Of sweet rose Her thickets of thorn had grasped...

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

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

When Her gaolers were
With condemnations a priest
stammered rites
In the dead of
For staining winding sheets

And She proud
When Her crimes were
And jezebelled to lips
Though She the fires
licked limbs higher
To the tortured of accomplices

So this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the bite
By of nobled bloodlined birth
Her (crimes) garnered Her no respite

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

"The Spirits have all but judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest puce laments for me
From amidst the and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein
To the of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness
Through the pale of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands over the earth
Whilst I my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides
Though one last is bequathed by fate
My shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to or Hell for company"
(To or hell for company)

My soul to for company