Luyện nghe bài hát Born In A Burial Gown

Sibilant and macabre, Walpurgis in
Skies with five-pointed stars
The of crafts surpassing sin
As she graced her ledge

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

once concealing hell
A snow white of divine freaks
In riot, where they

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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