The Libertiness and a Widow
The first track off of a new albem containg the perverse story and life of Countess Lucinda. This track begins the story as the countess kills a virgin maiden within the confines of the castle's orchard, plaguing her with the title Libertiness...
Dark Symphonies
A Dark Symphonic project
Story behind the song
The main plot of this song is written in verse as a song...
The Libertiness and a Widow
Through high gates
That paint three shadows of six
In place that bore Diana’s eerie glow
She rose, consumed by dusky prose
Of lurid winter rites
Allured by the stealings of an auspicious night
An austere life born
Out of desires best unspoken
Through these gates there crept the tragedy
Of a countess shrouded by ebony
With silence grieving psalms
An aria evoked
That plagues the castle in despair…
In name that turns whispers to scream
Lucinda with macabre delights that seem
Ravenous with desire and obsidian fire
That night she fell from grace
To wallow in rapture of solemn disgrace
But thy name they do avow
Lest, the murder of souls in catharsis
That cast the name Fausta to burn
From benighted heaven…
She bled the bastard Christ
Licking stab wounds that soon did suffice…
Though her eyes shed effigies
Of carrion in vain
Turning sane to insane
Burned bleak distortions of heaven
Enslaving archangels in bondage
For the murder of souls in stolen catharsis…
Purge…
The wanton of nails
Twisting further her tortured delights
Of a vestal sacrifice in slight
But Lucinda seizes still her chaste
For nevermore in indulgence of fornication
In certain fear of befouled fecund…
But it was her eyes that bewitched the creeping twilight
Possessing such apostasy
That her gaunt preaching’s inspired iniquity by night
Engraving a mark of delicacy
Succumbed by weeping wombs defiled in spite
Of fallacious hosanna reaping Lucinda’s viscid voyeur…
Through the looking glass
Temptation at first it was
But by the eyes of a sodomite
Lucinda could only stare
Enthralling visions of defiled virgin’s bare
By the eve of the moon’s glistened face
She crept through crypts with malicious pace
As ravens fall upon blood stained halls
Lucinda came with delight
Streaming orgasms that bled to gorgasms
Thrusting her soul into slumber…
In mourning the bells awoke
To self mutilated priests in blight
That slay the way to laments invoked
With cruelty she danced
Upon the corner grave of another
Becoming the libertiness and widow
Possessing such demise
That cast her shadow abroad…
