Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

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

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

Elizabeth christened, no a rose
Grew so as this sylph
None more in repose
Yet her spun webs
Round hearts a would

She the light
So when she like a sinner to vice
Under austere, rule
She sacrificed mandragora like virgins to rats in the
But after whipangels licked 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 learnt from the of demons in her
Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow
At mass without flaw though inwards she
Not her coven of but the stare of their lord

{I avert my eyes to hymns
For his gaze dogmas to my skin
He knows I dreamt of carnal rites
With him for three long nights}

Elizabeth listened no intoned
Dragged such guilt to her
Tombed her soul such stone
For she swore the priest
When she down to atone

She feared the
So she fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical
She
Her decorum as chaste to wolf of the cloth
Pouncing to haunt her box
would come when her sins were washed off
By in white

The glass cast belladonna wreaths
'Pon the grave of her
Her hidden spat murder from a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed in Faustian
But in orgiastic Hell
No were worse than the mirrored revelation
That she kissed the phallus by her own decree

So with windows flung wide to the sky
Solstice eve she fled the castle in
A of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare
On without prayer
Stigmata still wept between her
A bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She the sorceress
Through the and dark woods to the sodomite's lair

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

{Amongst and Melissas
Midst the grease of men
And eldritch truths, ill omen
Elizabeth came to again}

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

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