Luyện nghe bài hát Bathory Aria (eyes That Witnessed Madness)

In an age by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ lands
An Countess born an obsidian wraith
the abyss knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
With succumbing to cruelty
Crushed the gait of Her dance
A of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black had grasped...

She demanded the Heavens and to glean
The elixir of Youth from the
Whilst Her lesbian
Reamed to
O'er unleashed
Came for blood's silken

But Her reign swiftly
For Dark dreamt too deep
To Her pleas

Her gaolers were assailed
With from a priest
Who'd stammered
In the of night
For staining winding sheets

And She postured
When Her crimes were
And jezebelled to lips
She smelt the fires
That licked higher
To the cunts of accomplices

So ends this fable's worth
And spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined
Her sins [crimes] garnered Her no

severed from the thrill of coming night
Where Death alone could grant Her flight

"The Spirits have all but judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wolfsbane
these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an tomb
I pace with feral sent
Through the beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands creation over the
Whilst I resign my to death
A cold kiss that chides rebirth
one last wish is bequathed by fate
My shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to
My to peace or Hell for company"

My soul to for company