Various Artists - Thirteen Autumns and A Widow - Текст песни

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

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

 Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
 Grew so dark as this sylph
 None more cold in repose
 Yet Her beauty spun webs
 Round hearts a glance would betroth

 She feared the light
 So when She fell like a sinner to vice
 Under austere, puritanical rule
 She sacrificed...
 Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
 But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
 Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
 (And possessed of such delights)
 For ravens winged Her nightly flights
 Of erotica
 Half spurned from the pulpit
 Torments to occur
 Half learnt from the cabal of demons
 In Her
 Her walk went to voodoo
 To see Her own shadow adored
 At mass without flaw
 Though inwards She abhored
 Not Her coven of suitors
 But the stare of their Lord

 "I must avert mine eyes to hymns
 For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
 He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
 With Him undead for three long nights"

 Elizabeth listened
 No sermons intoned
 Dragged such guilt to Her door
 Tombed Her soul with such stone
 For She swore the Priest sighed
 When She knelt down to atone...

 She feared the light
 So when She fell
 Like sinner to vice
 Under austere, puritanical rule
 She sacrificed
 Her decorum as chaste
 To this wolf of the cloth
 Pouncing to haunt
 Her confessional box
 Forgiveness would come
 When Her sins were washed off
 By rebaptism in white...

 The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
 'Pon the grave of Her innocence
 Her hidden face spat murder
 From a whisper to a scream
 All sleep seemed cursed
 In Faustian verse
 But there in orgiastic Hell
 No horrors were worse
 Than the mirrored revelation
 The She kissed the Devil's phallus
 By Her own decree...

 So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
 Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
 A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
 On winds without prayer
 Stigmata still wept between Her legs
 A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
 She sought the Sorceress
 Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair

 Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
 For the throat of Elizabeth
 Damnation won and urged the moon
 In soliloquy to gleam
 Twixt the trees in shafts
 To ghost a path
 Past the howl of buggered nymphs
 In the sodomite's grasp
 To the forest's vulva
 Where the witch scholared Her
 In even darker themes

 Amongst philtres and melissas
 Midst the grease of strangled men
 And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
 Elizabeth came to life again

 And under lacerations of dawn She returned
 Like a flame unto a deathshead
 With a promise to burn
 Secrets brooded as She rode
 Through mist and marsh to where they showed
 Her castle walls wherein the restless
 Counted carrion crows

 She awoke from a fable to mourning
 Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
 Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
 Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
 The biblical prattled their mantras
 Hexes six-tripled their fees
 But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
 And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...