Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

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

Tried once hell
A white line of divine freaks
In riot, where fell

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now she with a predator's guile
Beyond the firelit circle of
She soothes your cold heart for a
matches its beat, syncing in with a knife

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

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