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 and cords and strangled them
And they were languishing
I committed with the evils of the flesh [Incomprehensible]

The air laps thick about
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 dismal are full of crystal promises
Black rites begun in earnest, ignite hell's hungry

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 De Rais
Haunts the furthest tower wherein death is sucking the
Their, throttled tantamount to foreplay
And drooling razors next to come red secrets from the young

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

vomited
The restless bells of
Peeled skin from broken bones
Of angels cut from the nicks of

Festering faces with painted
The kept to be thrust inside
necromantic from the mantle side
Caked in kissed goodbyes, in kissed goodbyes

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

So unique was the beat of his poisoned
And it's sordid, crack
No further atrocity possibly surpass
Unrewarded, he turned his back

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