Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

Spawned wanton like blight on an night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie
A disquieting gaze ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, her true was fed
To the wolves that the elements led
From crag jagged mountains that grew 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 the countess' own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the name

christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as sylph
None more cold in
Yet her beauty webs
Round a glance would

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

And of such delights

For ravens her nightly flights of erotica
Half 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 flaw though inwards she
Not her coven of suitors but the of their lord

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

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

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

The glass cast belladonna wreaths
the grave of her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder from a to a scream
All sleep cursed in Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic
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 the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her nightmare
On winds prayer
Stigmata still between her legs
A bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She the sorceress
Through the snow and woods to the sodomite's lair

twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the of Elizabeth
Damnation won and the moon in soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in to ghost a path
Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the grasp
To the forest's
Where the witch her in even darker themes

{Amongst Philtres and
Midst the of strangled men
And eldritch truths, ill omen
Elizabeth came to life

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

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