Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

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

Tried once concealing
A snow white line of divine
In riot, they fell

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

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

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

Unloosed, the of her god-given cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe her
In a of souls sold and similarly lost

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

scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going
War-torn, and malarial
She was found born in a gown

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

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

and at last
The crawled away
another lover in its arms
Dancing on her