Luyện nghe bài hát Fair And 'guiling Copesmate Death

"Gaunt and
Reflecteth the silver shield this aghast,
And with haste translateth to black post and fast."
"Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,
Crawl without this coffin blest,
The bottom of the hourglass is at tide,
'Tis and hath e'er been blood to pest -
To be adust for time can I not bide,
Hence the heart out thro' the chest!
thee?! - Rather misery me! -
For in durance am I naught but wee."
"Sensing this is as deep as the
chasm,
Hither! - cede and my phantasm!
Cherish me and sonorously do me -
For dread! - thine will behold a guise faugh'd."
"This and loving pest I to the bequeath,
Thence swiftly wilt errant to 'Neath."
"And to me thou be the humblemost knave,
Lest fear! - spit I on thy and grave! -
Lest I at thee and do bewitch,
And the fluttering claw'd and eldritch."
"To thee and thy blood for glore
Art thou my afeared and whore;
coy, save wilied by alarum,
Bear this and maim with decorum."
"If always was I this blissful and blithe
I resign to but its wee tithe."
"Purvey my and quench my profoundest urge,
And to thee will I the lull-dull

Deliver thy like the rill filleth the ghyll."
"Burrow to the with the Nigh and Devil! -
Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, merry to 'twill."
"Whilom thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,
will I coerce
thine to turn whist;
Grasp I the and cut off thine breath,
So that thou in darkness and inferno vester,
For do I solely He to me liefly saith."
"Death - oh! fair and 'guiling Death,
Be not a malais'd claim this bloody jester!"