Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

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

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

Elizabeth christened, no paler a
Grew so as this sylph
None cold in repose
Yet her beauty spun
Round hearts a would

She the light
So she fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, rule
She sacrificed mandragora like virgins to in the wall
But after whipangels prisoners thralled
were her dreams so maniacally

And possessed of such

For ravens winged her nightly of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit torments to
Half learnt the cabal of demons in her
Her went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw though she abhored
Not her coven of suitors but the stare of their

{I must avert my eyes to
For his gaze brings to my skin
He knows that I dreamt of rites
With him for three long nights}

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

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

The looking cast belladonna wreaths
'Pon the of her innocence
Her face spat murder from a whisper to a scream
All seemed cursed in Faustian verse
But there in Hell
No horrors were worse than the revelation
That she the Devil's phallus by her own decree

So with flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her nightmare
On without prayer
Stigmata still wept her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new
She sought the
Through the snow and woods to the sodomite's lair

Nine fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of
won and urged the moon in soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts to a path
Past the howl of nymphs in the sodomite's grasp
To the vulva
Where the witch scholared her in even darker

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

And under of dawn
She returned like a flame unto a
With a promise to
Secrets brooded as she
mist and marsh to where they showed
Her castle walls where in the restless carrion crows

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