Báthory

What moves behind The curtains I see a light, flickering I feel a breeze, lifeless In the hallway, trash In a room with a view Burning candles Rain, pouring down In the garden Lifeless bodies, corpse She's the queen of all Spiteful and vicious Feeding of the virgins For years to come She will torture and kill Temptation It's to hard to resist Bathing in blood All in hope for youth So exited, a sadist Born and baptized By blood, screams of horror In agony for days pain Nowhere to seek for cover In fear No escape, the high castle The doors are locked Captive, no way to run No windows No way to feel the sun Hopeless and trapped For their blood By the countess And the servants Don't worry they get What they deserve For those evil crimes Of their sickness They be punished In hell What moves behind The wall I see a light, flickering I feel a breeze, of coldness In a hole in the bricks Something weak moves Whispers of revenge She have to pay By her own game There's no pity For the insane Decapitated, burned Mutilated, buried alive Doomed to be their fate Screams of pain In agony for days Fear, nowhere to Seek for cover The most vicious serial-killer In the history of time Nádasdy, the castle of horror Drinking blood, stabbing Biting, cutting and burning All by her pleasure To preserve Youth and beauty Torture, the iron maiden Bathing in blood Feeding of the virgins