Bathory Aria: Benighed Like Usher, A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue, Eyes That Witnessed Madness
In an age crucified by the nails of faith When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned Her life whispered grief like a funeral march Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced With those succumbing to cruelty Crushed `neath the gait of Her dance A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...
She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean The elixir of Youth from the pure Whilst Her lesbian fantasies Reamed to extremes O`er decades unleashed Came for blood`s silken cure
But Her reign ended swiftly For Dark Gods dreamt too deep To heed Her pleas
When Her gaolers were assailed With condemnations from a priest Who`d stammered rites In the dead of night For maidens staining winding sheets
And She postured proud When Her crimes were trowelled And jezebelled to peasant lips Though She smelt the fires That licked limbs higher To the tortured cunts of accomplices
So ends this twisted fable`s worth And though spared the pyre`s bite By dint of nobled bloodlined birth Her sins [crimes] garnered Her no respite
Forever severed from the thrill of coming night Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight
`The Spirits have all but fled judgement I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane Beyond these walls, wherein condemned To the gloom of an austere tomb I pace with feral madness sent Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon Who, bereft of necrologies, thus Commands creation over the earth Whilst I resign my lips to death A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth Though one last wish is bequathed by fate My beauty shalt wilt, unseen Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take My soul to peace or Hell for company`