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

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

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

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

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

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

The moon grinned full, the games were
When the children arrived
Now midnight shadows crawl
To darken counsel their lives

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

Behold the bold inauguration of the side
Demonic 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 De Rais
the furthest tower wherein death is sucking the hour
Their, throttled gasps to foreplay
And drooling razors next to unspool red secrets from the young

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So unique was the beat of his poisoned
And sordid, morbid crack
No atrocity could possibly surpass
Unrewarded, he turned his back

The evening air laps about
The moat Tiffauges claims as dusk now slips away
taught to run, the rotten tongue
Of a hotter has started licking like a flame