Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

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

Tried once hell
A snow white line of divine
In riot, where they

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

She watches from a maypole, on the rip of her
The restless spirit of to come
A sick of merely sucking her thumb
gingerbread men

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

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

Too many decades misfit and
In innocence, a tender legend of
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 found born in a burial

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

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

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