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

In an age crucified by the of faith
rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof born an obsidian wraith
Dared the knowing well 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 rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

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

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

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

And She proud
When Her were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant
Though She smelt the
That licked limbs
To the tortured of accomplices

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

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

"The Spirits have all but fled
I rot, alone, insane,
the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein
To the of an austere tomb
I pace feral madness sent
the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, of necrologies, thus
creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to
A slow cold kiss that chides
Though one wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty wilt, unseen
for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My to peace or Hell for company"

My to Hell for company