Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now she with a predator's guile
Beyond the circle of life
She soothes 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 she awake, through embrace or mistake
She would take Jesus bless foot and all

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