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

In an age crucified by the of faith
When rank of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian
Dared the abyss knowing She was damned
Her whispered grief like a funeral march
and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to
'neath the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that through the briers
Of sweet Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

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

But Her reign swiftly
For Dark Gods dreamt too
To Her pleas

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

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

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

Forever severed from the thrill of night
Where slow Death alone grant Her flight

"The Spirits all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed
Beyond these walls, wherein
To the gloom of an tomb
I pace feral madness sent
Through the beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies,
creation over the earth
Whilst I my lips to death
A cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last is bequathed by fate
My shalt wilt, unseen
for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to or Hell for company"

My soul to Hell for