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 born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
With those succumbing to
Crushed 'neath the of Her dance
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 from the pure
Whilst Her fantasies
to extremes
O'er decades
Came for blood's silken

But Her reign swiftly
For Dark dreamt too deep
To Her pleas

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

And She postured
When Her crimes trowelled
And to peasant lips
She smelt the fires
That licked limbs
To the tortured cunts of

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

Forever severed from the thrill of night
slow Death alone could grant Her flight

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

My to Hell for company