Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

Spawned like blight on an auspicious night
Her betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
A disquieting forever ghosting far seas
white and dead, her true mother was fed
To the wolves that the elements led
From jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease

Through the maw of the woods, a carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of breed)
slaves to the sodomite for the new born
On that eve the countess' own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the name

christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this
more cold in repose
Yet her beauty spun
Round a glance would

She the light
So when she fell like a sinner to
austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed mandragora like virgins to in the wall
But after whipangels prisoners thralled
Never were her so maniacally

And of such delights

For ravens winged her nightly flights of
Half from the pulpit torments to occur
Half from the cabal of demons in her
Her walk went to voodoo to see her own adored
At without flaw though inwards she abhored
Not her coven of suitors but the stare of their

{I avert my eyes to hymns
For his gaze brings to my skin
He knows that I dreamt of carnal
With him undead for long nights}

Elizabeth no sermons intoned
Dragged such to her door
Tombed her soul with such
For she swore the priest
she knelt down to atone

She feared the
So when she fell like a sinner to
Under austere, rule
She
Her as chaste to this wolf of the cloth
to haunt her confessional box
Forgiveness come when her sins were washed off
By in white

The looking cast belladonna wreaths
'Pon the of her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder from a whisper to a
All sleep seemed cursed in Faustian
But in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse the mirrored revelation
That she kissed the Devil's by her own decree

So with windows flung wide to the sky
Solstice eve she fled the castle in
A daughter of the storm, astride her nightmare
On winds without
Stigmata still between her legs
A cold bloodedness impressed new hatreds
She the sorceress
Through the snow and dark woods to the lair

Nine fates threw hewn bone die
For the of Elizabeth
Damnation won and the moon in soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the in shafts to ghost a path
the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite's grasp
To the vulva
Where the scholared her in even darker themes

{Amongst Philtres and
Midst the of strangled men
And truths, elder ill omen
Elizabeth came to life

And lacerations of dawn
She returned a flame unto a deathshead
a promise to burn
Secrets as she rode
mist and marsh to where they showed
Her walls where in the restless counted carrion crows

She from a fable to mourning
bells wringing her madly from sleep
Tolled by a priest, self and hung
a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
The biblical their mantras
six tripled their fees
But Elizabeth laughed, autumns had passed
And she was a from God and His wrath, finally