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 cords and them
And when they languishing
I committed with them the of the flesh [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

Unmasked, the phantom Lord De
Haunts the furthest tower wherein death is the hour
Their, gasps tantamount to foreplay
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 darken counsel with their

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Festering with painted eyes
The prettiest to be thrust inside
Gaping from the mantle side
Caked in kissed goodbyes, caked in kissed

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

So unique was the beat of his heart
And sordid, morbid crack
No further atrocity possibly surpass
Unrewarded, bored he turned his

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