Blood Countess

Night falls upon our village
Our children lays to sleep
Grandfather tells the story
The myth of Elisabeth Bathory

She is still inside my dreams
She still feeds my fear
I can still smell the corpse
I can still hear their screams

ch: I was there the night she arrived
The first in an endless line
What I saw that stormy night
Was not meant for mortal eyes

In the depths of her cold dungeon
A maiden of peasant blood
Drained of holy life
To please the countess of blood