Spoken of the words she spells
Lives in noble iron
In her castle after war
Cats and flowers are wired
She invites the peasants with
Endless lavish foods
Pumpkin leaves, plagues and sweets
She lays them on their broods
Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory
All day long the virgins sit
And feast on endless meals
Countess naps and sits awhile
Her skin doth crack and peel
But when night time fills the air
One must pay the price
Countess take her midnight bath
And learn of one’s hidden life
Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory
Countess
Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory
Living in her self-taught hell
The countess dressed in black
Life of dimmed and desolate
Her friends have turned tired and black
Castle walls are closing in
She’s crippled now with age
Welcomes death with open arms
And reapers touch the cage
Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory
Fucking Countess Bathory
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