Luyện nghe bài hát Beneath The Howling Stars

Midwinter the rites of spring
Her spinal chill the earth
Whilst souls at zero sing
Would be of rebirth
Under cold stares of maligned
Near suicides cross hearts
And writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way

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

the howling stars

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

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

Great mirror tell her face
She will out blind all
That heavenly would fall from grace
To possess such a lustrous

For beauty is always
For is always

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

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

The wench her tower
Tending to her
Bore the of the storm
When the needle a
She has her dogs maul the wrists through
Restored to jaded

In a wonder dress
to the ball
With painted blood her lips
Passing like a so white as to eclipse
The Waltz wound down,

of all breath in the air
Even death paled to
To the taint of her
So and engendered
Upon the awed throng gathered,

Beneath the stars

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

{Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens,
Who in sects of suspicions abroad
That Elizabeth bewitched see how even now the whore
Her spells upon the Black Count whom her reddened hold fast}

Tongue unto tongue swept on tides care
For the harpies who rallied their glares
A of ravens tousled her hair
Chandeliers a for passions ensnared

sexed
When their eyes, met
Their wore a way
the sea of foreplay
Lovers at first
She an Eve to lay
Gasping at
Flesh pressed in

But caprice, honours
She absconded the
To prowl wonderland beasts in hand from the
Of dilemma well mantled in furs
Through cullis to watch howl at the earth

On this violent
Unholy
Winds lashed their limbs
As the ether vent its wintry

She wished his on her frozen landscapes
To excite the bleak
castle bowers
Wherein hours
The never came by chance
A charm tied to her inner thigh
Sent lusts nova as hooves
Cobbled streets lowlives fleet
Were flung to a God

Midwinter wrongs the rites of
Her chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero
Woebetidings of
cold stares of Mars maligned
Near suicides their hearts
And unborns in tepid brine
For something this way starts

the howling stars

Pounding upon the pauper
of a hunched beldame
Elizabeth teased, would he to please
Such elderly loins
To this he a grim disdain
Playing to her eye

But the hag replied "This girl chides
Will soon be as plagued age as I"
Her laughed a plume of icy breath
For Elizabeth's grace raise
A flag of truce in burning
Or the dead early graves
Yet still she seethed proud Snow Queen
Embittered with the cursed
And because he her loves onslaught
He the crone for sport

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

Elizabeth reigned, now a countess
and outwore
Her like a favoured dress
Whilst her errant
seasons savoured war
Stormed to fell the infidel
Her embers, tempered,