Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

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

Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was
Flanked by barbed lightning hissed of the storm
(Gilded in of Carpathian breed)
slaves to the sodomite for the new born
On that eve when the countess' own came
A tragedy crept to the name

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

She feared the
So when she fell a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical
She mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels prisoners thralled
Never her dreams so maniacally

And possessed of delights

For winged her nightly flights of erotica
Half from the pulpit torments to occur
Half learnt the cabal of demons in her
Her went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored
At without flaw though inwards she abhored
Not her coven of but the stare of their lord

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

Elizabeth no sermons intoned
Dragged such to her door
Tombed her soul with stone
For she swore the sighed
When she knelt down to

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

The looking glass cast wreaths
'Pon the of her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder from a whisper to a
All sleep seemed cursed in verse
But in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse than the mirrored
That she the Devil's 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 nightmare
On winds without
Stigmata still wept her legs
A bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She sought the
Through the snow and dark to the sodomite's lair

twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon in to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a
Past the howl of nymphs in the sodomite's grasp
To the vulva
Where the witch scholared her in darker themes

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

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

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