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

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

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

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

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

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

The moon grinned full, the games were
When the first arrived
Now midnight crawl apace
To counsel with their lives

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

Behold the inauguration 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 be providing

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

Each murdered son, each rose
Handpicked was fed
To the one in black and those
Whose were thrown in with the dead

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

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

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

vomited
The bells of crime
Peeled back skin from bones
Of angels cut the nicks of time

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

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

So was the beat of his poisoned heart
And it's sordid, crack
No further atrocity could possibly
Unrewarded, bored he his back

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