Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

Spawned wanton blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the eerie light
A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far
Bled white and dead, her mother was fed
To the wolves that the elements led
From crag jagged mountains that seemingly in unease

Through the maw of the woods, a black was drawn
by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of breed)
Bringing slaves to the for the new born
On that eve when the countess' own deformed
A tragedy crept to the name

Elizabeth christened, no a rose
Grew so dark as this
more cold in repose
Yet her beauty spun
hearts a glance would

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

And possessed of delights

For ravens winged her nightly of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit torments to
Half from the cabal of demons in her
Her walk 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 my eyes to hymns
For his gaze brings dogmas to my
He knows that I dreamt of carnal
With him undead for three nights}

Elizabeth listened no sermons
Dragged such to her door
Tombed her with such stone
For she swore the priest
she knelt down to atone

She feared the
So she fell like a sinner to vice
austere, puritanical rule
She
Her decorum as chaste to this of the cloth
to haunt her confessional box
Forgiveness would come when her sins 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 sleep seemed cursed in Faustian
But there in orgiastic
No horrors were worse than the mirrored
That she kissed the phallus by her own decree

So with flung wide to the menstrual sky
eve she fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite
On without prayer
Stigmata still wept between her
A cold bloodedness which impressed new
She sought the
Through the snow and woods to the sodomite's lair

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

Philtres and Melissas
Midst the of strangled men
And eldritch truths, ill omen
Elizabeth came to again}

And under lacerations of
She returned like a flame unto a
With a to burn
brooded as she rode
Through and marsh to where they showed
Her castle walls where in the restless counted carrion

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