Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Howling Stars

Midwinter wrongs the rites of
Her spinal chill the earth
Whilst souls at zero sing
Would be tidings of
Under stares of Mars maligned
Near suicides cross their
And unborn writhe in brine
For something this way starts

Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh

Beneath the stars

Elizabeth, paragon of
Watches the sun set alight
As bane and tyranny, her sleep
Like spellbound paramours at her

A chatter of without
Raise hell hounds, on edge
From sleighs through snow lit red
Guests espied from the ledge

Great gloomy mirror her face
She out blind them all
That heavenly bodies would fall from
To possess a lustrous pall

For beauty is always
For is always

Let in chains commence
under God's seeking recompense
Enslaving to the whims of mistress

Ohh
As the dance Elizabeth's mood
by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick iciness it grew
To

The wench her tombed
to her costume
Bore the of the storm
When the a skewed
She has her dogs maul the bitch's through
to jaded bliss

In a wonder dress
Descended to the
With blood upon her lips
like a comet so white as to eclipse
The wound down, transfixed

Devoid of all in the air
death paled to compare
To the of her splendor
So and engendered
Upon the awed gathered, there

Beneath the stars

She so macabre
Men divined from her gait
That this angel stepped a pedestal
Had won remission from
By alighting to spheres
Delighting in sway
For she was not the goddess
To whom the bayed

{Whilst glanced daggers from court maidens, arbored
Who whispered in sects of suspicions
That Elizabeth bewitched see how now the whore casts
Her spells upon the Black Count her reddened lips hold fast}

Tongue unto tongue swept on without care
For the harpies who rallied their maledict
A halo of ravens tousled her
a tiara for passions ensnared

Fantasies
their eyes, moonstruck met
Their wore a way
the sea of foreplay
Lovers at bite
She an Eve to lay
at rafters
Flesh pressed in

But caprice, honours
She the feast
To prowl wonderland beasts in hand the keep
Of feudal well mantled in furs
Through cullis to watch dogstars howl at the

On this night
night
Winds lashed their limbs
As the ether its wintry spite

She wished his kiss on her frozen
To excite the bleak
castle bowers
Wherein hours
The Devil came by chance
A lone charm tied to her thigh
Sent lusts nova as trod
Cobbled where lowlives fleet
Were flung to a God

Midwinter the rites of spring
Her spinal chill rakes the
Whilst pensive souls at sing
Woebetidings of
Under cold stares of maligned
suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in brine
For wicked this way starts

Beneath the howling

upon the pauper ridge
Earshot of a beldame
teased, would he dare to please
Such elderly enflamed?
To he feigned a grim disdain
to her slayful eye

But the hag replied "This that chides
Will soon be as plagued age as I"
Her consort laughed a plume of icy
For Elizabeth's could raise
A of truce in burning heaven
Or the from early graves
Yet still she seethed this proud Snow
Embittered with the cursed
And because he sought her onslaught
He the crone for sport

Soon in moon fever they were wed
in the conjugal bed
Littered with
To dynastic union
And them further maniacs

free reigned, now a countess
Outwielded and
Her title like a favoured
her errant Lord
Whose seasons war
Stormed black to the infidel
Her embers, tempered,