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 Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the knowing well She was damned
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of 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 blood's silken

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

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

And She postured
When Her crimes were
And jezebelled to peasant
Though She the fires
That licked higher
To the tortured cunts of

So ends this twisted fable's
And though the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined
Her [crimes] 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 whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, condemned
To the of an austere tomb
I pace feral madness sent
Through the pale of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my to death
A slow cold that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is by fate
My beauty wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that come to take
My soul to or Hell for company"

My soul to for company