Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Howling Stars

Midwinter wrongs the rites of
Her spinal rakes the earth
pensive souls at zero sing
Would be of rebirth
Under cold stares of maligned
Near suicides cross hearts
And unborn in tepid brine
For wicked this way starts

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

Beneath the stars

Elizabeth, of vice
Watches the sun set pyres
As bane and tyranny, her doberman
Like spellbound at her feet

A of bells without
hell hounds, teeth on edge
From sleighs hastened snow lit red
espied from the garret ledge

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

For is always cruel
For is always

Let destiny in commence
Damnation under God's recompense
to the whims of this mistress

Ohh
As the ensued Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it
To

The wench her tower
Tending to her
the brunt of the storm
When the needle a
She has her maul the bitch's wrists through
Restored to jaded

In a wonder dress
Descended to the
With painted blood upon her
Passing like a comet so as to eclipse
The Waltz wound down,

Devoid of all in the air
Even death to compare
To the taint of her
So rare and
the awed throng gathered, there

Beneath the howling

She danced so
Men divined from her gait
That this angel stepped from a
Had won from fate
By alighting to spheres
in held sway
For she was not unlike the
To the wolves bayed

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

unto tongue swept on tides without care
For the harpies who rallied maledict glares
A halo of ravens tousled her
Chandeliers a for passions ensnared

sexed
When their eyes, met
Their friction a way
Through the sea of
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 dilemma well mantled in
Through cullis to watch dogstars at the earth

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

She wished his kiss on her frozen
To the bleak advance
From bowers
small hours
The never came by chance
A lone tied to her inner thigh
Sent lusts nova as trod
Cobbled streets lowlives fleet
Were flung to a God

wrongs the rites of spring
Her spinal chill rakes the
Whilst pensive souls at zero
Woebetidings of
Under cold of Mars maligned
Near suicides their hearts
And writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked way starts

Beneath the stars

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

But the hag replied "This girl that
Will soon be as with age as I"
Her laughed a plume of icy breath
For grace could raise
A flag of truce in burning
Or the dead from graves
Yet still she seethed this Snow Queen
Embittered with the retort
And because he sought her loves
He gutted the for sport

in full moon fever they were wed
Lycanthropic in the bed
Littered aphrodisiacs
To tease union
And them further maniacs

free reigned, now a countess
Outwielded and
Her title a favoured dress
Whilst her Lord
seasons savoured war
Stormed black to the infidel
Her embers, tempered,