Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious
Her betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
A disquieting forever ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, her mother was fed
To the ravenous wolves 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)
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new
On eve when the countess' own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the Bathory

christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this
None more cold in
Yet her beauty spun
hearts a glance would

She feared the
So when she fell like a to vice
Under austere, puritanical
She sacrificed mandragora like virgins to rats in the
But after whipangels licked thralled
Never her dreams so maniacally

And possessed of delights

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

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

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

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

The looking glass cast belladonna
the grave of her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder a whisper to a scream
All sleep cursed in Faustian verse
But there in Hell
No horrors were worse the mirrored revelation
she kissed the Devil's phallus by her own decree

So with windows wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she fled the castle in
A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite
On winds without
still wept between her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new
She the sorceress
Through the and dark woods to the sodomite's lair

Nine twisted threw hewn bone die
For the of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon in soliloquy to
Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a
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
the grease of strangled men
And truths, elder ill omen
Elizabeth to life again}

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

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