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 gaze forever far seas
Bled and dead, her true mother was fed
To the wolves that the elements led
From crag jagged 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)
slaves to the sodomite for the new born
On that eve when the countess' own deformed
A tragedy to the name Bathory

christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this
None more cold in
Yet her spun webs
Round a glance would

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

And of such delights

For winged her nightly flights of erotica
Half from the pulpit torments to occur
Half learnt from the of demons in her
Her walk went to voodoo to see her own adored
At without 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 to my skin
He knows I dreamt of carnal rites
With him undead for three long

Elizabeth listened no intoned
such guilt to her door
Tombed her with such stone
For she the priest sighed
When she knelt down to

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

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

So with windows flung wide to the sky
eve she fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite
On winds without
Stigmata wept between her legs
A cold bloodedness which new hatreds
She the sorceress
Through the snow and dark woods to the lair

twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the of Elizabeth
won and urged 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

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

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

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