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 an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss well She was damned
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her
A whirlwind of fire swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her of black thorn had grasped...

She the Heavens and forever to glean
The of Youth from the pure
Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to
decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken

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

When Her gaolers assailed
With condemnations a priest
Who'd stammered
In the dead of
For maidens staining winding

And She proud
Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to lips
Though She the fires
That limbs higher
To the tortured cunts of

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

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

"The have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein
To the gloom of an tomb
I pace feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless
Who, bereft of necrologies,
Commands creation over the
Whilst I resign my to death
A slow cold kiss that rebirth
Though one last wish is by fate
My shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or for company"

My soul to for company