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 were
I committed them the evils of the flesh [Incomprehensible]

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

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

Behold the inauguration 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 be providing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 poisoned
And sordid, morbid crack
No further atrocity could surpass
Unrewarded, bored he his back

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