Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

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

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

christened, no paler a rose
Grew so as this sylph
None more cold in
Yet her spun webs
Round hearts a glance

She feared the
So when she fell a sinner to vice
Under austere, rule
She mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked thralled
Never were her dreams so

And possessed of such

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

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

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

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

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

So with windows wide to the menstrual sky
eve she fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite
On winds prayer
still wept between her legs
A cold which impressed new hatreds
She the sorceress
Through the and dark woods to the sodomite's lair

twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of
Damnation won and urged the moon in to gleam
the trees in shafts to ghost a path
Past the of buggered nymphs in the sodomite's grasp
To the vulva
Where the witch scholared her in darker themes

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

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

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