Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

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

Tried once concealing
A snow line of divine freaks
In riot, where fell

The circus in, a ring of promised delight
For seven 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 spirit of to come
A Gretel sick of merely sucking her
gingerbread men

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

Unloosed, the chain of her cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons 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 light of the going down
War-torn, and malarial
She was found born in a gown

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

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

Sibilant and at
The circus away
another lover in its arms
on her grave