Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

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

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

Elizabeth christened, no a rose
so dark as this sylph
None cold in repose
Yet her beauty spun
hearts a glance 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 licked prisoners thralled
were her dreams so maniacally

And possessed of delights

For winged her nightly flights of erotica
spurned 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 inwards she abhored
Not her coven of but the stare of their lord

{I must my eyes to hymns
For his gaze brings to my skin
He knows I dreamt of carnal rites
With him undead for three nights}

Elizabeth listened no sermons
Dragged guilt to her door
her soul with such stone
For she the priest sighed
When she knelt to atone

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

The looking glass cast wreaths
'Pon the grave of her
Her hidden spat murder from a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed in Faustian verse
But there in Hell
No horrors worse than the mirrored revelation
That she kissed the Devil's phallus by her own

So with flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she fled the castle in
A daughter of the storm, astride her nightmare
On winds prayer
Stigmata still wept her legs
A cold bloodedness impressed new hatreds
She the sorceress
the snow 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 to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a
Past the of buggered nymphs in the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's
the witch scholared her in even darker themes

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

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

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