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

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

She demanded the Heavens and forever to
The elixir of from the pure
Whilst Her fantasies
to extremes
O'er unleashed
Came for blood's cure

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

When Her were assailed
condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered
In the of night
For maidens staining sheets

And She postured
Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant
She smelt the fires
That limbs higher
To the cunts of accomplices

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

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

"The Spirits all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed
Beyond walls, wherein condemned
To the of an austere tomb
I pace feral madness sent
Through the pale of a guiltless moon
Who, of necrologies, thus
Commands over the earth
I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss chides rebirth
Though one last 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 Hell for