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 or by a hook and cords and strangled them
And when were languishing
I committed with them the evils of the [Incomprehensible]

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

in the dismal 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
these sights are guaranteed to feed the master
The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

vomited
The bells 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 necromantic from the mantle
Caked in kissed goodbyes, caked in goodbyes

Days faded in decay, the stench of lied
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 further atrocity could surpass
Unrewarded, bored he his back

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