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 true was fed
To the wolves that the elements led
From crag jagged that seemingly grew in unease

Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was
Flanked by barbed lightning that of the storm
(Gilded in of Carpathian breed)
Bringing slaves to the 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 dark as sylph
None more cold in
Yet her beauty webs
Round hearts a glance

She the light
So when she like a sinner to vice
Under austere, rule
She sacrificed like virgins to rats in the wall
But after licked prisoners thralled
Never her dreams so maniacally

And of such delights

For ravens winged her nightly flights of
Half from the pulpit torments to occur
Half learnt from the cabal of in her
Her walk went to voodoo to see her own adored
At mass flaw though inwards she abhored
Not her coven of suitors but the stare of their

{I must avert my eyes to
For his brings dogmas to my skin
He knows that I of carnal rites
With him undead for three long

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

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

The looking glass belladonna wreaths
'Pon the grave of her
Her hidden face spat from a whisper to a scream
All seemed cursed in Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic
No horrors were worse than the mirrored
That she kissed the Devil's phallus by her own

So windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she fled the in secret
A of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare
On winds without
Stigmata still wept her legs
A bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She the sorceress
Through the snow and dark woods to the sodomite's

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

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

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

She awoke from a to mourning
Church bells her madly from sleep
Tolled by a priest, self castrated and
Like a crimson bat the belfry
The biblical their mantras
Hexes six tripled their
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen had passed
And she was a from God and His wrath, finally