Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

An orphaned nymph
This issue of the bed
Skin with sipped absinthe
Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's

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

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

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

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

Unloosed, the chain of her cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe her
In a carnival of souls sold and similarly

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

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

Now she moves with a guile
the firelit circle of life
She soothes your cold heart for a
Then its beat, syncing in with a knife

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

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