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

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

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

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

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

And She postured
When Her were trowelled
And jezebelled to lips
Though She the fires
That licked higher
To the cunts of accomplices

So ends this twisted worth
And spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled birth
Her sins garnered Her no respite

Forever severed the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone grant Her flight

"The Spirits all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed
Beyond these walls, condemned
To the of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness
Through the pale beams of a guiltless
Who, bereft of necrologies,
creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my to death
A slow cold kiss that rebirth
Though one last 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