Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

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

Through the maw of the woods, a black was drawn
Flanked by lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in of Carpathian breed)
Bringing slaves to the for the new born
On that eve when the own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the Bathory

Elizabeth christened, no paler a
so dark as this sylph
None more cold in
Yet her beauty webs
hearts a glance would

She the light
So she fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, rule
She mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But whipangels licked prisoners thralled
were her dreams so maniacally

And possessed of delights

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

{I must avert my to hymns
For his gaze brings to my skin
He knows that I of carnal rites
him undead for three long nights}

Elizabeth listened no sermons
Dragged such guilt to her
her soul with such stone
For she swore the sighed
When she down to atone

She feared the
So when she fell like a to vice
Under austere, puritanical
She
Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the
Pouncing to her confessional box
Forgiveness would come her sins were washed off
By in white

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

So windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she fled the castle in
A daughter of the storm, her favourite nightmare
On winds prayer
Stigmata still wept between her
A cold bloodedness impressed new hatreds
She the sorceress
Through the and dark woods to the sodomite's lair

Nine twisted fates threw hewn die
For the of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon in to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts to a path
Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite's
To the forest's
Where the scholared her in even darker themes

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

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

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