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

In an age crucified by the of faith
When rank scarecrows of blighted 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 succumbing to
'neath the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black had grasped...

She demanded the Heavens and forever to
The elixir of Youth from the
Whilst Her lesbian
to extremes
O'er decades
Came for silken cure

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

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

And She postured
When Her were trowelled
And to peasant lips
Though She smelt the
That licked higher
To the tortured cunts of

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

Forever severed from the of coming night
Where slow Death alone could Her flight

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

My soul to for company