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

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

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

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

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

Unmasked, the phantom Lord De
Haunts the furthest tower wherein death is 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
the children first arrived
Now shadows crawl apace
To darken counsel with lives

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

Behold the inauguration of the dark side
Demonic passions climbing, ill 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 death is sucking the hour
Their, throttled tantamount to foreplay
And drooling razors next to come unspool red secrets from the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So unique was the of his poisoned heart
And sordid, morbid crack
No further atrocity could possibly
Unrewarded, bored he his back

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