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

Spawned wanton like on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie
A disquieting 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 lightning that hissed of the
(Gilded in crests of breed)
Bringing slaves to the for the new born
On that eve when the own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the name

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

She feared the
So when she fell a sinner to vice
Under austere, rule
She sacrificed like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked thralled
Never were her dreams so

And of such delights

For ravens winged her flights of erotica
Half spurned the pulpit torments to occur
Half learnt the cabal of demons in her
Her went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw inwards she abhored
Not her coven of 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 rites
With him undead for three nights}

Elizabeth listened no sermons
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 a sinner to vice
austere, puritanical rule
She
Her decorum as chaste to wolf of the cloth
Pouncing to her confessional box
Forgiveness would come when her were washed off
By in white

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

So with windows wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she fled the in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her nightmare
On without prayer
Stigmata still wept her legs
A cold which impressed new hatreds
She the sorceress
Through the snow and dark woods to the sodomite's

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

Philtres and Melissas
Midst the grease of men
And eldritch truths, elder ill
Elizabeth to life again}

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

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