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

In an age crucified by the of faith
When scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian
Dared the abyss knowing She was damned
Her life whispered grief a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an
With those to cruelty
'neath the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her of black thorn had grasped...

She the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth from the
Whilst Her lesbian
to extremes
O'er unleashed
Came for blood's cure

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

Her gaolers were assailed
With from a priest
stammered rites
In the dead of
For staining winding sheets

And She proud
When Her were trowelled
And jezebelled to lips
She smelt the fires
That limbs higher
To the tortured of accomplices

So ends twisted fable's worth
And though the pyre's bite
By of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins garnered Her no respite

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

"The have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce for me
From amidst the pine and wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein
To the gloom of an austere
I pace with madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless
Who, of necrologies, thus
Commands creation the earth
Whilst I resign my to death
A slow cold that chides rebirth
Though one 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