Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral In Carpathia (Be Quick Or Be Dead Version)

Candelabra snuffed prey
Wedded, nightfall take my
me with silky timbred limbs
Grant me thy dark

Over the peaks tapestries
Of forest, dusk has filled
With kisses enwreathed
In mist, creeping violations
From the to kill

Lucretia, is my in vein
When thy tears sweeter
the midsummer rain?
Bewinged, infested

o'er the sobbing throng
A writhe of lethargic, terrored
Whipped and welted neath the windsong.
In saddean paradise, ancestral linger on.

I am He, the and
darkness, Satan robed
In ecumenical filth, livid sustained
By echelons of sylph

This wintry eve when the snow glistens
And sharpened turrets wed the skies
I shrug off the of preternatural sleep
by these words Malaresia scribed

Beauty slept and angels
For Her immortal
In this response, all evil
To claim her for their own

Carpathia, the dead
Speak of her, in necromantic
When daylights are done
Masturbating in graves
On her zenith to

This catafalque when awed stars report
Their absence from the brow
Crippled seraph cower in illustrious courts
Whilsts the cloaked resounds throughout

How the storm it
My though unhealed
Celestial knifes ebonied and wild thrill
Yet far fiercer still, her luster me"

Carpathia, Priapic lovers twist in concert Her
are struck, jagged lightning fellates
The path towards the castle weary takes

I rule as here
feral hordes impart my temper
Love sank wounded when I,
Saw death etch cruelly, upon my

the spite seething Draconist
And commit this to thy ancient
Sovereignty, erunescent veil
Psalmed thus portends

And laid to rest, I now am
With darkness, forever more
Supreme vampiric