Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow (red October Mix)

Spawned wanton like blight on an night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie
A gaze forever ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, her true was fed
To the ravenous wolves that the led
From crag mountains that seemingly grew in unease

Through the maw of the woods, a black was drawn
Flanked by barbed that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of breed)
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new
On that eve when the own came deformed
A crept to the name Bathory

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

She feared the
So when she like a sinner to vice
austere, puritanical rule
She mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked prisoners
Never were her dreams so

And possessed of such

For ravens winged her nightly flights of
spurned from the pulpit torments to occur
Half learnt the cabal of demons in her
Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow
At mass without though inwards she abhored
Not her coven of suitors but the of their lord

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

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

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

The looking glass belladonna wreaths
the grave of her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder from a whisper to a
All sleep seemed in Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic
No horrors were worse the mirrored revelation
That she the Devil's phallus by her own decree

So with windows flung to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she fled the in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite
On winds prayer
Stigmata still wept her legs
A cold which impressed new hatreds
She sought the
Through the and dark woods to the sodomite's lair

Nine fates threw 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 howl of buggered in the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's
Where the witch scholared her in even darker

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

And under of dawn
She returned a flame unto a deathshead
a promise to burn
Secrets as she rode
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
Hexes six tripled fees
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen had passed
And she was a from God and His wrath, finally