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 Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss well She was damned
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those to cruelty
'neath the gait of Her dance
A of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

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

But Her reign ended
For Dark Gods dreamt too
To heed Her

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

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

So this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the bite
By of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins [crimes] Her no respite

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

"The Spirits have all but fled
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest puce laments for me
From amidst the and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, condemned
To the gloom of an austere
I pace with madness sent
Through the pale beams of a moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands creation the earth
I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that rebirth
Though one wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt,
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to
My soul to or Hell for company"

My soul to for company