Luyện nghe bài hát Her Ghost In The Fog (edit version)

The moon, she hangs like a portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of
As this tragedy with a shattered glass heart
And the mid-nightmare of dreams

But oh, no tears
and pain may accompany death
But it is that shepherds its certainty
As we see

She was divinity's creature that kissed in mirrors
A of snow, far beyond compare
Lips attuned to sought her everywhere
Dark eyes, an Arabian nightmare

She on watercolors of my pond life as pearl
those who couldn't have her, cut her free of this world

That fateful eve when the stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows cast
On my picking rue by the light of the moon

reason to flight or to death is their way
They crept through woods
By the taffeta ley of her hips held sway
Over all they surveyed a mist on the rise
A deadly blessing to her ghost in the fog
They raped and left, men of God, her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered her beneath the cedar's stare
Silk torn, her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew her
I 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part, jealous Heaven stole our hearts"
Then this I screamed ,"Come to me
For I was in love with thee
So why should stand in between?"

And as I drowned her gentle
With dreams unsaid and final
I espied a gleam trodden to
The church tower key

The village her by goodbye
For been a witch, their men had longed to try
And I broke Christ seeking guilty signs
My soul on ice

A queen of snow, far beyond
attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere
Trappistine eyes, an nightmare
She was Ursuline possessed of a milky white
My porcelain yin, a Angel of sin

And so for her the breeze stank of and camphor
My lantern chased her phantom and
Their chapel ablaze and all in to a pain
Best reserved for that their Bible construed

reason to flight or to flame unashamed, I swept from cries
Mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips held sway
all those at bay, save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide, her in the fog
And I embraced lovers rot, her ghost in the fog
Her ghost in the fog, her in the fog