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

In an age crucified by the nails of
When rank of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an wraith
Dared the knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
With those to cruelty
Crushed the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her of black thorn had grasped...

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

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

When Her gaolers were
With from a priest
stammered rites
In the of night
For maidens staining winding

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

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

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

"The Spirits have all but judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers laments for me
From the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
these walls, wherein condemned
To the of an austere tomb
I pace feral madness sent
Through the pale of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
creation over the earth
Whilst I my lips to death
A slow cold kiss chides rebirth
one last wish is bequathed by fate
My shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to or Hell for company"

My soul to for company