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

In an age crucified by the of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ lands
An aloof Countess born an wraith
Dared the knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an
With those to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of thorn had grasped...

She demanded the Heavens and forever to
The elixir of Youth from the
Whilst Her fantasies
Reamed to
decades unleashed
Came for silken cure

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

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

And She postured
When Her were trowelled
And to peasant lips
Though She the fires
That limbs higher
To the tortured of accomplices

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

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

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

My soul to Hell for