Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

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

Tried once concealing
A snow white line of freaks
In riot, where they

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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