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

In an age crucified by the nails of
When rank scarecrows of blighted lands
An Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well She was
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to
Crushed the gait of Her dance
A of fire that swept through the briers
Of rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

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

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

When Her gaolers were
With condemnations a priest
Who'd rites
In the dead of
For maidens staining sheets

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

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

Forever severed from the of coming night
Where slow 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 and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere
I pace feral madness 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 chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by
My beauty shalt wilt,
Save for twin eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or for company"

My soul to Hell for