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

In an age by the nails of faith
When rank of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing She was damned
Her life whispered like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an
those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her
A of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

She the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth from the
Whilst Her fantasies
Reamed to
O'er unleashed
Came for blood's cure

But Her reign ended
For Dark Gods too deep
To Her pleas

When Her were assailed
With condemnations a priest
stammered rites
In the of night
For staining winding sheets

And She postured
When Her were trowelled
And jezebelled to lips
She smelt the fires
That licked limbs
To the tortured of accomplices

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

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

"The have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the whispers puce laments for me
From the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein
To the gloom of an austere
I pace with madness sent
the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
creation over the earth
Whilst I my lips to death
A cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last is bequathed by fate
My shalt wilt, unseen
for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or for company"

My soul to for company