Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

An gypsy nymph
This of the forest's bed
Skin with sipped absinthe
Her eyes revealed, as peak

Tried once hell
A snow white line of divine
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 watches a maypole, on the rip of her tongue
The spirit of Christmas to come
A Gretel of merely sucking her thumb
gingerbread 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 chain of her cross
Seduced, now ribbons swathe her repose
In a carnival of sold and similarly lost

Too many misfit and mislaid
In innocence, a tender legend of
Parades her second coming, now running afraid

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

Now she moves with a guile
Beyond the firelit of life
She soothes your heart for a while
matches its beat, syncing in with a knife

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

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