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

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

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

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

the bold inauguration of the dark side
Demonic climbing, ill fated stars aligning
Tonight these 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 wherein death is the hour
Their, throttled gasps tantamount to
And drooling razors to come unspool red secrets from the young

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

faded in decay, the stench 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 atrocity could possibly surpass
Unrewarded, he turned his back

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