Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

Sibilant and macabre, Walpurgis in
litten with five-pointed stars
The work of crafts sin
As she graced her window

An orphaned nymph
issue of the forest's bed
Skin flushed sipped absinthe
Her revealed, as Brocken's peak

once concealing hell
A white line of divine freaks
In riot, where fell

The circus lurches in, a ring of promised
For days and seven festival nights
What wicked lie within the confines
Of the den

She watches a maypole, on the rip of her tongue
The restless of Christmas to come
A Gretel sick of merely sucking her
Than men

scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn and
She was found born in a burial

Unloosed, the chain of her god-given
Seduced, now ribbons swathe her repose
In a carnival of souls and similarly lost

Too many decades and mislaid
In innocence, a legend of prey
Parades her second coming, now they're afraid

Spawned scorned, by the aerial
She was the light of the going down
War-torn, forlorn and
She was found in a burial gown

Now she with a predator's guile
Beyond the circle of life
She soothes your cold heart for a
Then matches its beat, syncing in with a

She her dreams with a delicate case
by her cross on the wall
And she awake, through embrace or mistake
She take Jesus bless foot forward and all

Sibilant and at
The circus crawled
With lover in its arms
on her grave