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

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

She demanded the Heavens and forever to
The of Youth from the pure
Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to
O'er decades
Came for silken cure

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

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

And She postured
Her crimes were trowelled
And to peasant lips
Though She the fires
That licked higher
To the cunts of accomplices

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

Forever severed from the thrill of night
Where slow Death alone could Her flight

"The Spirits all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed
these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an tomb
I with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to
A slow kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by
My beauty shalt wilt,
Save for twin eyes that shalt come to take
My to peace or Hell for company"

My to Hell for company