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

In an age by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian
Dared the abyss knowing well She was
Her life whispered grief like a funeral
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
With succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the
Of sweet Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My to Hell for company