Luyện nghe bài hát Bathory Aria (benighted Like Usher)

Snuffed sighed
As Death impressing
His of cold tears on the Countess

like ill-fated Usher
The House of shrouded
'Neath dark facade

If only I could have
In mourning by Her
I would have clasped Her so
Like storm-beached
on Kytherean tides

And Her
For from Her
My lips have known
Enigmas of shadowy

Where pleasures took
And pain,
Came the breath
Of life hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so slept

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's
eternal night entered Her soul