Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

Sibilant and macabre, sauntered in
litten with five-pointed stars
The of crafts surpassing sin
As she graced her ledge

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

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

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

She watches from a maypole, on the rip of her
The restless spirit of Christmas to
A Gretel sick of merely her thumb
Than men

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

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

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

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

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

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

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