Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Shadows Crawl To Darken Counsel With Life

Sometimes I beheaded them with daggers, with punyards, with
I suspended them in my room
From a pole or by a hook and cords and strangled
And when they were
I with them the evils of the flesh [Incomprehensible]

The evening air laps about
The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims as dusk now away
Where to run, the rotten tongue
Of a hotter Gtterdmerung has started like a flame

Whispers in the dismal mist are full of promises
Black rites begun in earnest, hell's hungry furnace

Behold the bold inauguration of the dark
passions climbing, ill fated stars aligning
Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the
The tide of blood is rising, his gifts be providing

Unmasked, the Lord De Rais
Haunts the furthest tower death is sucking the hour
Their, gasps tantamount to foreplay
And drooling razors next to unspool red secrets from the young

The grinned full, the games were chaste
When the children arrived
Now midnight shadows apace
To darken counsel with their

and ecstasy, a sport to immortal vices of the highest order
Wherein devilry holds
Behind blind where these cockatrice squalled
Their songs of necronomicon, they spoke of Gilles De

Behold the bold inauguration of the dark
Demonic passions climbing, ill stars aligning
Tonight sights are guaranteed to feed the master
The of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing

Unmasked, the phantom Lord De
the furthest tower wherein death is sucking the hour
Their, throttled gasps to foreplay
And drooling razors next to come unspool red secrets from the

Each son, each frozen rose
Handpicked was fed
To the sumptuous one in black and
lives were thrown in with the dead

The lit, the stage was set
As it was in days
When censers and banners hung
On the siege of on the painted Seine

Now the castle in the drifting fog, torn from it's moorings
a shipwreck dredged from hell
As innocents entreat a shifting God, their soaring
On a silver tide to heaven, on a knife as they fell

The blade would in virulent arcs
Such wounds stretch away
By the fireside, warmed to sparks
Of the monster Gilles De Rais, gilded Gilles De

Comets
The restless of crime
Peeled back skin from broken
Of angels cut from the nicks of

faces with painted eyes
The prettiest kept to be inside
Gaping necromantic the mantle side
Caked in kissed goodbyes, in kissed goodbyes

Days faded in decay, the of perfume lied
No in the glades of man was left for Barron to provide

So unique was the beat of his poisoned
And it's sordid, crack
No further atrocity possibly surpass
Unrewarded, he turned his back

The evening air laps thick
The moat that Tiffauges claims as now slips away
Where to run, the rotten tongue
Of a Gtterdmerung has started licking like a flame