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

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

Through the maw of the woods, a carriage 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 own came deformed
A tragedy to the name Bathory

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

She the light
So when she fell a sinner to vice
austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed mandragora like to rats in the wall
But after licked prisoners thralled
Never were her dreams so

And of such delights

For ravens winged her nightly of erotica
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 flaw though she abhored
Not her coven of but the stare of their lord

{I must my eyes to hymns
For his gaze dogmas to my skin
He knows I dreamt of carnal rites
With him undead for three long

Elizabeth no sermons intoned
Dragged such guilt to her
Tombed her soul with stone
For she swore the priest
she knelt down to atone

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

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

So with windows wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice eve she the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her nightmare
On winds prayer
Stigmata wept between her legs
A cold which impressed new hatreds
She the sorceress
Through the snow and dark woods to the sodomite's

Nine twisted fates threw hewn die
For the throat of
Damnation won and the moon in soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in to ghost a path
Past the howl of nymphs in the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's
Where the witch scholared her in darker themes

Philtres and Melissas
Midst the grease of men
And eldritch truths, ill omen
Elizabeth came to life

And under lacerations of
She returned like a unto a deathshead
With a promise to
Secrets brooded as she
Through mist and marsh to where they
Her walls where in the restless counted carrion crows

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