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 issue of the bed
flushed with sipped absinthe
Her revealed, as Brocken's peak

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

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

She from a maypole, on the rip of her tongue
The restless spirit of Christmas to
A Gretel of merely sucking her thumb
gingerbread men

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

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

Too decades misfit and mislaid
In innocence, a tender of prey
Parades her coming, now they're running afraid

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

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

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

and at last
The circus away
With another lover in its
on her grave