Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

Sibilant and macabre, Walpurgis in
Skies litten with five-pointed
The work of surpassing sin
As she graced her window

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

once concealing hell
A snow line of divine freaks
In riot, they fell

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

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

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

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

Too many misfit and mislaid
In innocence, a legend of prey
Parades her second coming, now they're running

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

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

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

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