Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

Spawned wanton like blight on an night
Her eyes betrayed 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 crag jagged that seemingly grew in unease

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

Elizabeth christened, no a rose
so dark as this sylph
None more cold in
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 licked thralled
were her dreams so maniacally

And of such delights

For winged her nightly flights of erotica
Half from the pulpit torments to occur
Half learnt from the of demons in her
Her walk to voodoo to see her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw though inwards she
Not her coven of but the stare of their lord

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

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

She the light
So when she fell a sinner to vice
austere, puritanical rule
She
Her decorum as chaste to this of the cloth
Pouncing to haunt her box
Forgiveness would when her sins were washed off
By rebaptism in

The looking glass cast wreaths
'Pon the of her innocence
Her hidden face spat from a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed in verse
But there in orgiastic
No horrors worse than the mirrored revelation
That she kissed the Devil's by her own decree

So windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
eve she fled the castle in secret
A of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare
On without prayer
Stigmata still between her legs
A cold bloodedness which new hatreds
She the sorceress
the snow and dark 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 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 darker

Philtres and Melissas
Midst the grease of men
And eldritch truths, elder ill
Elizabeth to life again}

And under lacerations of
She returned a flame unto a deathshead
With a to burn
brooded as she rode
Through mist and marsh to where they
Her castle walls where in the restless counted carrion

She awoke from a to mourning
Church bells wringing her madly sleep
Tolled by a priest, self and hung
a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
The prattled their mantras
Hexes six tripled their
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen had passed
And she was a widow from God and His wrath,