Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

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

Through the maw of the woods, a black was drawn
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 to the name Bathory

Elizabeth christened, no a rose
so dark as this sylph
None cold in repose
Yet her spun webs
Round hearts a glance

She the light
So when she fell a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical
She sacrificed mandragora like virgins to in the wall
But after whipangels licked thralled
were her dreams so maniacally

And of such delights

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

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

Elizabeth listened no intoned
such guilt to her door
Tombed her soul with stone
For she swore the priest
When she knelt to atone

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

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

So with windows flung wide to the sky
Solstice eve she fled the in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite
On without prayer
Stigmata wept between her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new
She the sorceress
the snow and dark woods to the sodomite's lair

Nine fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of
Damnation won and urged the moon in soliloquy to
Twixt the trees in to ghost a path
Past the howl of nymphs in the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's
the witch scholared her in even darker themes

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

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 where in the restless counted carrion crows

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