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

Sometimes I beheaded them with daggers, punyards, with knives
Sometimes I suspended them in my
From a pole or by a hook and cords and strangled
And when they languishing
I committed with them the evils of the flesh

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

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

Behold the bold of the dark side
Demonic passions climbing, ill fated stars
these sights are guaranteed to feed the master
The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be

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

The moon grinned full, the games chaste
When the children first
Now shadows crawl apace
To counsel with their lives

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

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

Unmasked, the phantom De Rais
Haunts the furthest tower wherein death is sucking the
Their, throttled gasps tantamount to
And drooling razors to come unspool red secrets from the young

Each murdered son, each frozen
was gently fed
To the sumptuous one in and those
Whose lives were in with the dead

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

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

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

vomited
The restless of crime
Peeled back from broken bones
Of angels cut from the of time

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

Days in decay, the stench 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, morbid
No atrocity could possibly surpass
Unrewarded, bored he turned his

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