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

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

The evening air laps about
The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims as dusk now 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 hungry furnace

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

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

The moon grinned full, the were chaste
When the first arrived
Now midnight shadows crawl
To darken counsel with their

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

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

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

Each murdered son, each frozen
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 sainted
When censers swung and hung
On the siege of Orleans on the painted

Now the castle floats in the drifting fog, from it's moorings
Like a shipwreck from hell
As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices
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, Gilles De Rais

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

Festering faces painted eyes
The prettiest kept to be thrust
Gaping necromantic the mantle side
Caked in goodbyes, caked in kissed goodbyes

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

So unique was the beat of his poisoned
And sordid, morbid crack
No further atrocity could surpass
Unrewarded, he turned his back

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