Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

Spawned wanton blight on an auspicious night
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 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 that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of breed)
Bringing to the sodomite for the new born
On that eve when the own came deformed
A tragedy to the name Bathory

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

She feared the
So when she fell like a sinner to
austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed mandragora like virgins to in the wall
But whipangels licked prisoners thralled
Never were her dreams so

And possessed of delights

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

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

Elizabeth listened no sermons
such guilt to her door
Tombed her soul with such
For she the priest sighed
she knelt down to atone

She the light
So when she fell like a sinner to
Under austere, puritanical
She
Her decorum as chaste to this of the cloth
Pouncing to her confessional box
Forgiveness would come when her were washed off
By rebaptism in

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

So windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she fled the castle in
A daughter of the storm, astride her nightmare
On without prayer
Stigmata still between her legs
A cold which impressed new hatreds
She sought the
Through the snow and dark woods to the sodomite's

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

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

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

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