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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The candles lit, the was set
As it was in sainted
When swung and banners hung
On the of Orleans on the painted Seine

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

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

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

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

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

So unique was the of his poisoned heart
And it's sordid, morbid
No atrocity could possibly surpass
Unrewarded, bored he turned his

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