Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious
Her eyes betrayed of the moon's eerie light
A disquieting gaze ghosting far seas
white and dead, her true mother was fed
To the ravenous that the elements led
From crag jagged mountains that grew in unease

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

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

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

And of such delights

For ravens winged her nightly of erotica
Half from the pulpit torments to occur
Half from the cabal of demons in her
Her walk went to to see her own shadow adored
At mass flaw though inwards she abhored
Not her of suitors but the stare of their lord

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

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

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

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

So with windows flung to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she fled the castle in
A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite
On winds without
Stigmata still between her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new
She sought the
the snow and dark woods to the sodomite's lair

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

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

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

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