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 well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an
those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire 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 fantasies
Reamed to
decades unleashed
Came for silken cure

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

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

And She proud
Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to lips
Though She smelt the
That limbs higher
To the cunts of accomplices

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

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

"The Spirits 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 of an austere tomb
I pace feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless
Who, of necrologies, thus
creation over the earth
Whilst I my lips to death
A slow kiss that chides rebirth
Though one wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty wilt, unseen
Save for twin eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to or Hell for company"

My to Hell for company