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
This issue of the bed
Skin flushed with sipped
Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's

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

The circus lurches in, a of promised delight
For seven days and seven nights
What wicked wonders lie within the
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
Than men

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

Unloosed, the chain of her god-given
Seduced, now pagan ribbons her repose
In a of souls sold and similarly lost

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

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

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

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

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