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 ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, her true was fed
To the ravenous wolves the elements led
From crag jagged mountains that seemingly in unease

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

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

She the light
So she fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, rule
She sacrificed mandragora like virgins to rats in the
But after whipangels prisoners thralled
Never were her so maniacally

And of such delights

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

{I avert my eyes to hymns
For his gaze brings dogmas to my
He that I dreamt of carnal rites
him undead for three long nights}

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

She the light
So she fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, rule
She
Her as chaste to this wolf of the cloth
to haunt her confessional box
Forgiveness would come when her sins 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 cursed in Faustian verse
But there in Hell
No horrors worse than the mirrored 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, her favourite nightmare
On winds without
Stigmata still wept her legs
A bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She sought the
Through the snow and woods to the sodomite's lair

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

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

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

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