Bathory Aria
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โฑ๏ธ 11:01 duration
๐ ID: 13402340
๐ Lyrics
Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess
Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath grief's dark facade
If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides
And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
Enigmas of shadowy vistas
Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers
Benighted
Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept
Benighted
Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul
Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide
Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult
With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl
But soon
Her tarot proved
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
Would accrue
And blight Her stars
However scarred
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths
As bodies rose
In rigid droves
To haunt Her from their
Shallow burials imposed
When wolves exhumed
Their earthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their wounds
To the depths of Her soul they pursued
Wielding their poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in fugue
And knowing their raptures
Would shatter Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies
So Hallow's Eve
As She received
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies
Fell-sisters heaved
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to flee
But She knew She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue
For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there
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 and 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 bequeathed 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"
(To peace or hell for company)
My soul to Hell for company
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess
Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath grief's dark facade
If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides
And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
Enigmas of shadowy vistas
Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers
Benighted
Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept
Benighted
Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul
Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide
Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult
With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl
But soon
Her tarot proved
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
Would accrue
And blight Her stars
However scarred
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths
As bodies rose
In rigid droves
To haunt Her from their
Shallow burials imposed
When wolves exhumed
Their earthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their wounds
To the depths of Her soul they pursued
Wielding their poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in fugue
And knowing their raptures
Would shatter Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies
So Hallow's Eve
As She received
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies
Fell-sisters heaved
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to flee
But She knew She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue
For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there
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 and 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 bequeathed 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"
(To peace or hell for company)
My soul to Hell for company
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.96] Snuffed tapers sighed
[00:19.56] As Death left impressing
[00:21.12] His crest of cold tears on the Countess
[00:24.98] Benighted like ill-fated Usher
[00:28.13] The House of Bathory shrouded
[00:30.89] 'Neath grief's dark facade
[00:36.53] If only I could have wept
[00:43.72] In mourning by Her side
[00:50.77] I would have clasped Her so tight
[00:54.79] Like storm-beached Aphrodite
[00:56.90] Drowned on Kytherean tides
[00:59.80]
[01:04.91] And Kissed Her
[01:07.53] For from Her alone
[01:09.13] My lips would have known
[01:11.30] Enigmas of shadowy vistas
[01:15.76]
[01:19.19] Where pleasures took flesh
[01:21.77] And pain, remorseless
[01:23.66] Came freezing the breath
[01:25.54] Of raucous life hushed unto whispers
[01:30.54]
[01:33.11] Benighted
[01:35.88] Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
[01:38.72] Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept
[01:42.84]
[01:46.52] Benighted
[01:48.94] Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
[01:52.35] Waxing eternal night entered Her soul
[01:57.65]
[02:01.61] Now haranguing grey skies
[02:03.95] With revenge upon life
[02:05.98] Gnathic and Sapphic
[02:07.24] Needs begged gendercide
[02:24.36] Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
[02:27.76] Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
[02:31.30] Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult
[02:36.53] With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
[02:40.46] To Archangels in bondage
[02:42.37] From light to night hurled
[02:43.65] Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl
[02:50.96]
[03:12.56] But soon
[03:14.00] Her tarot proved
[03:15.67] Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
[03:17.53] Would accrue
[03:18.61] And blight Her stars
[03:20.57] However scarred
[03:22.15] To better bitter truths
[03:23.42] Of cold bloodbaths
[03:25.51] As bodies rose
[03:27.16] In rigid droves
[03:28.72] To haunt Her from their
[03:29.87] Shallow burials imposed
[03:31.81] When wolves exhumed
[03:33.66] Their earthen wombs
[03:35.28] Where heavy frosts had laboured long
[03:36.99] To bare their wounds
[03:41.57] To the depths of Her soul they pursued
[03:44.91] Wielding their poison they flew
[03:47.64] Like a murder of ravens in fugue
[03:53.42]
[04:03.62] And knowing their raptures
[04:05.02] Would shatter Her dreams
[04:07.39] She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
[04:10.71] Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies
[04:14.55] So Hallow's Eve
[04:16.35] As She received
[04:18.06] Like Bellona to the ball
[04:19.65] Those enemies
[04:21.29] Fell-sisters heaved
[04:22.83] Her torturies
[04:24.63] Cross stained flagstones
[04:25.83] To Her carriage reined to flee
[04:30.99] But She knew She must brave the night through
[04:34.24] Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
[04:37.00] Like a murder of ravens in Fugue
[04:41.22]
[05:06.13] For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
[05:10.23] Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
[05:14.29] And even Her dance
[05:15.97] In the vast mirrors cast
[05:18.06] Looked the ill of Her future
[05:19.99] If fate feasted there
[05:37.54] In an age crucified by the nails of faith
[05:41.58] When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
[05:45.37] An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
[05:49.65] Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned
[05:57.23]
[06:01.13] Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
[06:05.36] Twisted and yearning, obsessed and entranced
[06:09.14] With those succumbing to cruelty
[06:13.10] Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance
[06:16.67] A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
[06:20.77] Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped
[06:26.55]
[06:39.91] She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
[06:44.28] The elixir of Youth from the pure
[06:47.96] Whilst Her lesbian fantasies
[06:50.72] Reamed to extremes
[06:51.84] O'er decades unleashed
[06:53.72] Came for blood's silken cure
[06:58.51]
[07:02.68] But Her reign ended swiftly
[07:04.49] For Dark Gods dreamt too deep
[07:06.99] To heed Her pleas
[07:09.90] When Her gaolers were assailed
[07:12.33] With condemnations from a priest
[07:16.13] Who'd stammered rites
[07:17.58] In the dead of night
[07:19.15] For maidens staining winding sheets
[07:23.14] And She postured proud
[07:24.81] When Her crimes were trowelled
[07:26.80] And jezebelled to peasant lips
[07:29.23] Though She smelt the fires
[07:30.89] That licked limbs higher
[07:32.66] To the tortured cunts of accomplices
[07:37.75]
[07:45.72] So ends this twisted fable's worth
[07:50.61] And though spared the pyre's bite
[07:55.73] By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
[08:00.89] Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite
[08:06.23]
[08:21.28] Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
[08:30.66] Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight
[08:36.04] "The Spirits have all but fled judgement
[08:41.21] I rot, alone, insane
[08:46.55] Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
[08:51.30] From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
[08:57.08] Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
[09:00.87] To the gloom of an austere tomb
[09:04.69] I pace with feral madness sent
[09:09.25] Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
[09:14.08] Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
[09:18.42] Commands creation over the earth
[09:22.75] Whilst I resign my lips to death
[09:26.26] A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
[09:32.91] Though one last wish is bequeathed by fate
[09:38.15] My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
[09:44.75] Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
[09:50.74] My soul to peace or Hell for company"
[09:55.88] (To peace or hell for company)
[09:59.14]
[10:06.25] My soul to Hell for company
[10:26.70]
[00:19.56] As Death left impressing
[00:21.12] His crest of cold tears on the Countess
[00:24.98] Benighted like ill-fated Usher
[00:28.13] The House of Bathory shrouded
[00:30.89] 'Neath grief's dark facade
[00:36.53] If only I could have wept
[00:43.72] In mourning by Her side
[00:50.77] I would have clasped Her so tight
[00:54.79] Like storm-beached Aphrodite
[00:56.90] Drowned on Kytherean tides
[00:59.80]
[01:04.91] And Kissed Her
[01:07.53] For from Her alone
[01:09.13] My lips would have known
[01:11.30] Enigmas of shadowy vistas
[01:15.76]
[01:19.19] Where pleasures took flesh
[01:21.77] And pain, remorseless
[01:23.66] Came freezing the breath
[01:25.54] Of raucous life hushed unto whispers
[01:30.54]
[01:33.11] Benighted
[01:35.88] Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
[01:38.72] Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept
[01:42.84]
[01:46.52] Benighted
[01:48.94] Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
[01:52.35] Waxing eternal night entered Her soul
[01:57.65]
[02:01.61] Now haranguing grey skies
[02:03.95] With revenge upon life
[02:05.98] Gnathic and Sapphic
[02:07.24] Needs begged gendercide
[02:24.36] Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
[02:27.76] Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
[02:31.30] Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult
[02:36.53] With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
[02:40.46] To Archangels in bondage
[02:42.37] From light to night hurled
[02:43.65] Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl
[02:50.96]
[03:12.56] But soon
[03:14.00] Her tarot proved
[03:15.67] Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
[03:17.53] Would accrue
[03:18.61] And blight Her stars
[03:20.57] However scarred
[03:22.15] To better bitter truths
[03:23.42] Of cold bloodbaths
[03:25.51] As bodies rose
[03:27.16] In rigid droves
[03:28.72] To haunt Her from their
[03:29.87] Shallow burials imposed
[03:31.81] When wolves exhumed
[03:33.66] Their earthen wombs
[03:35.28] Where heavy frosts had laboured long
[03:36.99] To bare their wounds
[03:41.57] To the depths of Her soul they pursued
[03:44.91] Wielding their poison they flew
[03:47.64] Like a murder of ravens in fugue
[03:53.42]
[04:03.62] And knowing their raptures
[04:05.02] Would shatter Her dreams
[04:07.39] She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
[04:10.71] Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies
[04:14.55] So Hallow's Eve
[04:16.35] As She received
[04:18.06] Like Bellona to the ball
[04:19.65] Those enemies
[04:21.29] Fell-sisters heaved
[04:22.83] Her torturies
[04:24.63] Cross stained flagstones
[04:25.83] To Her carriage reined to flee
[04:30.99] But She knew She must brave the night through
[04:34.24] Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
[04:37.00] Like a murder of ravens in Fugue
[04:41.22]
[05:06.13] For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
[05:10.23] Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
[05:14.29] And even Her dance
[05:15.97] In the vast mirrors cast
[05:18.06] Looked the ill of Her future
[05:19.99] If fate feasted there
[05:37.54] In an age crucified by the nails of faith
[05:41.58] When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
[05:45.37] An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
[05:49.65] Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned
[05:57.23]
[06:01.13] Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
[06:05.36] Twisted and yearning, obsessed and entranced
[06:09.14] With those succumbing to cruelty
[06:13.10] Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance
[06:16.67] A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
[06:20.77] Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped
[06:26.55]
[06:39.91] She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
[06:44.28] The elixir of Youth from the pure
[06:47.96] Whilst Her lesbian fantasies
[06:50.72] Reamed to extremes
[06:51.84] O'er decades unleashed
[06:53.72] Came for blood's silken cure
[06:58.51]
[07:02.68] But Her reign ended swiftly
[07:04.49] For Dark Gods dreamt too deep
[07:06.99] To heed Her pleas
[07:09.90] When Her gaolers were assailed
[07:12.33] With condemnations from a priest
[07:16.13] Who'd stammered rites
[07:17.58] In the dead of night
[07:19.15] For maidens staining winding sheets
[07:23.14] And She postured proud
[07:24.81] When Her crimes were trowelled
[07:26.80] And jezebelled to peasant lips
[07:29.23] Though She smelt the fires
[07:30.89] That licked limbs higher
[07:32.66] To the tortured cunts of accomplices
[07:37.75]
[07:45.72] So ends this twisted fable's worth
[07:50.61] And though spared the pyre's bite
[07:55.73] By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
[08:00.89] Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite
[08:06.23]
[08:21.28] Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
[08:30.66] Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight
[08:36.04] "The Spirits have all but fled judgement
[08:41.21] I rot, alone, insane
[08:46.55] Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
[08:51.30] From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
[08:57.08] Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
[09:00.87] To the gloom of an austere tomb
[09:04.69] I pace with feral madness sent
[09:09.25] Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
[09:14.08] Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
[09:18.42] Commands creation over the earth
[09:22.75] Whilst I resign my lips to death
[09:26.26] A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
[09:32.91] Though one last wish is bequeathed by fate
[09:38.15] My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
[09:44.75] Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
[09:50.74] My soul to peace or Hell for company"
[09:55.88] (To peace or hell for company)
[09:59.14]
[10:06.25] My soul to Hell for company
[10:26.70]