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

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

She demanded the Heavens and to glean
The of Youth from the pure
Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to
decades unleashed
Came for silken cure

But Her reign swiftly
For Gods 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 proud
When Her were trowelled
And jezebelled to lips
Though She smelt the
That limbs higher
To the tortured cunts of

So ends this twisted fable's
And spared the pyre's bite
By dint of bloodlined birth
Her sins [crimes] Her no respite

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

"The Spirits all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce for me
From the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
these walls, wherein condemned
To the of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness
Through the pale beams of a moon
Who, of necrologies, thus
Commands over the earth
Whilst I resign my to death
A slow kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is by fate
My shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt to take
My soul to peace or for company"

My soul to Hell for