Blood Rivers for the Countess

Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed
Inseminated with ominous seed
Goddess of lust and the sweet misery
Curse was attached to the name Bathory
Curse was attached to the name Bathory

Withering beauty no longer adorns
Mirrors don't lie and Elizabeth mourns:
"God! I am fading like roses in frost
Flavour of mine disappears like a ghost... "

Nothing to lose and Elizabeth falls
Into the madness that silently crawls
Blood of the virgins, so bracing and clean,
Will be her saving, her pleasure and sin
One after one the vestals submerge
County's terror is turning to dirge
Bathory's castle, so eerie and bleak,
Grow so notorious, peasantries speak

Bathing in blood Elizabeth smiles
Craving for beauty turns sanity vile
Preys of the Countess, breathless, undressed,
Lay all around, so cruelly caressed

Secrets of madness still cried for release
Rumour was spread and Elizabeth, seized,
Fell under curses of peasants and church
All of her murders got slowly emerged

"Lord! I'm embedded in my sombre room...
Spirits of murdered read out my doom...
Here I shall die, so feeble, insane...
Beg Thee, Redeemer, deliver from pain