Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

Sibilant and macabre, Walpurgis in
Skies litten with stars
The work of surpassing sin
As she her window ledge

An orphaned nymph
This issue of the bed
Skin flushed with absinthe
Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's

Tried once hell
A snow white line of freaks
In riot, where fell

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

She from a maypole, on the rip of her tongue
The restless spirit of Christmas to
A Gretel sick of sucking her thumb
gingerbread men

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

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

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

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

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

She wrestles her dreams with a delicate
Espied by her cross on the
And should she awake, through embrace or
She would take Jesus bless foot and all

and at last
The circus away
With another lover in its
on her grave