5.Blood From The Roots Of The Forest - part 1

Стиль:Depressive Black,Black Metal

Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease

Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
On that even when the Countess'own came deformed
tragedy crept to the name Bathory!